Does it even count as a bubble bath if there are less bubbles than that? I say NO.

Annnnd the expansion of the tattoo continues. Gotta say, contrary to my expectations, this was by far the essiest session yet.

Home, and catching up a little on the supernerdy YouTube channels I follow. Debating whether or not I should peel the cover off the tattoo tomorrow. I've had the best results when I peel it at 3 days, but I might get sweaty at work on Monday, and that tends to annoy my skin.

Same.

Another successful tattoo session in the books. Waiting on my flight home. And for once, the wrapping seems to be staying in place, so I don't expect my shirt to get gooped with a mix of ink, lymph, and a l'il blood.

Mmmm. Red eye. Woooo.

And now for a little nekkid reading in the LoveSac. Wooooo.

Mornin'.

In case you were wondering, no. No, I have not gotten any better at putting my boots away.

It is the One True Cookie.

Browned butter chocolate chip with a liiiiiittle cinnamon mixed into the flour, to be exact.

Ah munna make some cookies.

Frydee.

Gummy supply: replenished

Tough gloves. They're great.

I can't imagine you could get them on without the tool.

For the record, if you're wearing boots and want to make me lose the ability to speak, do this. As he put it, "Your eyes just crossed, and then rolled back into your head. I guess you like that!" My response was, to put it kindly, garbled.

Onoez. A three way.

Oof.

Hey.

Elastrator bands.

Nipply fun. Not pictured: the 20 minutes hooked up to a goat milking machine.

The full ensemble:

A l'il quiet time.

I couldn't grow anything like this until I turned 50, so there's hope!

Hairs are cut, and officially 18 months of beard.

Awwww yeeeeeah.

When you eat a gummy and then realize you want cookies.....