"Mom, do you want to go to the bead shop with me?", L asked.
"Sure, why don't you see if F wants to go, too."
And then suddenly we were at a tattoo parlor and a young woman named Cassidy was firing needles into the calf of my right leg.
I'll see if I can post a pic when the swelling goes down.
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...and we never did get to go to the bead shop. :-p
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