Random weirdness from a tattoo-artist gun-toting biker-chick knitting foodie with seven kids. Keep the change, ya filthy animal...

Take this, Monday, and shove it.

I just spent 3.5 hours building a tattoo machine from the ground up
Out of spare parts. Brand new coils and capacitor though. Brand new ends soldered on. Brand new wire insulators.

And it doesn’t WORK!
And Boyd isn’t speaking to me.

This day just keeps getting better.

Boyd had a one-sided shouting match at me. I didn’t leave. Guess I passed, because he came and apologized.

However, Allen, who had the day off & coulda stood to stay home & clean, brought me to work so he could use my car.

He got texted that he has Reserve service this weekend. So he stopped in work to tell them & they said, “Since you can’t work Saturday, work today.”

He gets off at 11 PM. The X is also working until 11 PM.

I’m 20 miles from home with no car.

Boyd says “Someone will be along here in a minute, maybe they can get you to the house.”

“In a minute” is Southern-speak for any indeterminate time period from 5 minutes to 5 days.

Then Allen called to tell me that he locked the ONLY key in the world to my car, inside it. But he thinks he can get it with a coathanger.

I finally made it home.

Boyd & Shawnna brought me home.

Shawnna was driving and had to pull over and throw up.

I got home to find that Betsy cut her own hair today.

I have a burrito and beer.

And I am so done.

No, *I’m* wearing a Union Jack on my behind.

So far this day can kiss my ass.