mad_andy

OK,a few nice things have happened today. (I know, I made a mark on my calender too.)

1 - isilrandir wrote and posted a Gamma Ray fic. *Shrieks with utter delight*

And in common with all her work, it's absolutely bloody amazingly good. I owe her such a big fat snog when I get to Asheville!

Alarm Call.

OMG it's so great. *Big cheesy grin*

2 - Got off my ass and went into the studio. Didn't stay long - just long enough to book myself in for a session next week with Jon. Apparently business is so bad even he has taken a second job. *Ker-sigh* But he and Nurse both appeared pleased to see me, which was very nice indeed.

3 - My latest ebay order arrived. I now have tarot cards!

4 - And another biggie: the new Magnum album arrived!!! Princess Alice And The Broken Arrow. Fucked up title but a bloody great album.

And now Slay is home, so I'm off to have my good mood shattered. ;)

Look at that, three posts in one day...

Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes.

I have had an idea which, for once, has not been nixed by my dearly beloved husband. Wonders will never cease, etc etc. Anyway, he was bitching about the cost of tattoos, and I was beginning to pout about it. A bit. And then today, whilst in the shower scrubbing unspeakable gunk from myself, I remembered something.

About three years ago my nanna, Barbara, my mum's mum (may she rest in peace and her husband rot in Hell) sold her house. Due to increasing infirmity she and her husband bought a smaller bungalow. Leaving them with some free capital, they wanted to get rid of it; it was not enough to live on, but was too much to allow them to qualify for various benefits.

Like a pension, in case any of you are wondering. Or certain basic healthcare benefits. We have a bit of a fucked up system here. Anyway.

The grandchildren and children all received a certain amount of money. (My cousin of the execrable memory snorted and/or injected his, but if I think about that I'll get upset.)

Slay and I - because she always did rather like my husband - weren't sure what to do with ours. We didn't want to use it to pay bills or anything dull like that because, well, it was a gift. And we wanted to buy something that would always remind us of her. Something special.

Nothing has come to mind, and since her death last year it's become that much more important to me. I miss her terribly.

Today I thought of it. Why not use the money for ink?

Permanent. Personal. Okay she would have hated mine, but it's the thought that counts, right? And to my amazement Slay agreed - mainly, I suspect, because it means he can get his designs done and doesn't have to just sit back and watch my skin blossom with colour and form.

This has put me, for a change, in a good mood.

Which compensates in some small way for the Muses all hiding because he has the fucking TV on all the time!