Weather-wise, it is a beautiful day. But there is a dark cloud hovering over my happiness; its name is Time Management.
I spent much of my day wandering Walmart (not as thrilling as it sounds), and the other being disapproved of by other moms at the park, but here is how I would have liked to spend it: getting a shamrock tattoo for free at the local parlor.
For. Free.
If there were ever any two words to catch my attention, they would be "free tattoos."
But it seems that, in my hatred for making plans, I have foiled myself. Luke is going on an adventure with friends, my mother is going to be here in less than an hour to babysit Greyson, and I hardly have enough time to make it into town for a tattoo (even one as small as a shamrock).
Happy fucking Saint Patrick's Day.
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