Sorry for the delay in a new post folks. It was a busy weekend at The Disco: Friday night was spent planning for a visit from a few friends coming to town this week. Closing ceremonies for my daughters' softball teams were on Saturday, and as part of an ongoing effort to plumb the depths of my non-existent tolerance for pain, I made an appointment to get a tattoo. That's right bitches! The Lord of the Disco got inked up! Who needs to got to prison for one when you can remain part of society and pay an ex con to shove ink under your skin by poking your skin several thousand times with an electric needle?! Thanks to the good folks over at English Ink, I can now feel that much more "street" when I'm shopping at Target.
I'm sure no one wants to hear about my weeekend, so I'll get write down to the nitty gritty. Here is the picture of my first tattoo. The gems in the crown are the birthstone of Mrs. Disco. Hopefully this buys me at least 2 hours of uninterrupted time with my PS2. If not, them I'm covering it up with a giant mushroom.
Also, I will be posting the first of two posts over at Offsprung later this evening so feel free to check it out tomorrow morning. The good folks over there have been kind enough to let me contribute some of the vast (but mostly useless) parenting knowledge that I have rolling around in my head.....I weep for our children.
Editor's note: My girlfriend got a matching tattoo with my birthstones on her lower back the day before. And I don't mean in bed, Hay-o!
Editor's note to editor's note: I'm an editor!
