This phrase when spoken from my lips strikes a slight fear and a little excitement in my friends. They never know what is going to happen next. That phrase meant we would probably promptly be off shopping (where they would spend their paycheck, but I couldn’t find a darned thing I liked), or off to get a new piercing (want to get my nose pierced again once it heals from surgery, I miss it, yet have no idea why), and once a friend ended up getting her first tattoo (I couldn’t and still can’t decide on a design, now I think permanent tattoos aren’t for me).

I am hoping to ride out this wave, sitting here on my couch, hoping the desire to do something dramatic will quickly pass before I end up doing something I may regret.

Here’s a picture of Brodie to keep you company until I post again (possibly more tonight).

My parents apparently got bored while puppy-sitting their grand-puppy when I had surgery. Darned dog, every time I get sick he ends up having issues himself. This time he had an infection in his paw. It’s all cleared up now, but he is such a licker we had to put his cone-head on until it healed. They were bored, or trying to entertain me with the picture and put two on for good measure.