Last Saturday John and I saw The King's Speech which was really good. But I was so tired I actually fell asleep about three quarters of the way through it. Lately I've just been house-hunting and mortgage fretting. Looking up terms like "short sale" and "escrow" and wondering how the hell people can sneer at the proposed damage pets do to a home despite the fact that there are magic marker scrawls and blue shag carpeting in their children's bedrooms.
My latest tattoo. Mama and Daddy's anniversary and a little acorn. Because from tiny acorns grow strongly rooted trees.