Twenty-eight years of old

We were decorating cupcakes with very pink frosting when midnight hit, and it was officially my birthday.
I got sang to, and even got to open up some presents.
I didn't expect to open up anything, but we needed one of the gift boxes for the cupcakes.

I'm bringing them into Identity Tattoo tomorrow.
They're vegan, and pink, and might smell like brand new Carhartts.
Meryl made them, I mostly just got in the way.



Casey frosted them perfectly.



I'll be at the shop almost a full day.
If you have something awesome you want done,
or just want to high five and eat cupcakes,
come visit.
Since it's my birthday, I reserve the right to turn down any less than super fun pieces.
(I will, too. just try me)
I might be painting, or screening up some shirts.
Anything but real work.

I'm stepping out early for a household birthday dinner,
so catch me by 7pm.


* Also, a shout-out to my homegirl Jeannette, from all the way back to the Wallingford days.
It's her birthday, too, but she's always a year behind.
(Ain't that the truth!)
Happy Birthday, Jeannette!

Just a little bit more....

Jeff P. Chef got more work done on his water sleeve today.
This darn whale wraps his forearm, so I Frankensteined 4 pictures together in photoshop just so you can get an idea.
However, since that looks pretty wonky, I added a close up as well.
He took a break from the sleeve to get the albatross on Friday the 13th (which he healed perfectly), but now we're back on track.
A few more sits like today, and we'll have the whole thing taken care of.

About to be a little wiser.

Naked Monday's drawing session was successful.
The model sat still, which is pretty much the only requirement for the night.
Also, all the pretenders stopped coming, so we don't have any requests for 1 minute gestures after we've done a 20 minute pose.



Camden took me out to lunch today, and he didn't even know it's my birthday this week.
(it's my birthday this week)
My folks and Meryl's grandparents in Florida sent me some birthday wishes via the mailman, and Jehovah sent one of his witnesses again.
It the same old dude who thought Meryl was my mom.
Casey opened the door for him today, and really confused him.
I think every time he comes, it just makes him want to work that much harder.

Anyway, Thursday's the big day.
28 years old.
I'm sure there will be a little something happening at Identity Tattoo,
probably involving silly hats and Dr Pepper.
I'm actually open the entire day as of right now.
If no awesome tattoos get booked, it might be just be an 8 hour dance party.
Sounds good to me.