Popsicles, Ink, and Onion Rings

Today, I went with my husband as he got his first tattoo. I do not have any, as I am too much of a wimp, and am sure that I would regret it. It was cool, I talked to a couple tattoo artists from other areas, and some people I see with tattoos around town, and they all said that this One guy was the best in town, so we went to see him. He was actually, all booked until the middle of may. MAY. But he had come in early and had a cancellation, so it worked out perfect. He was great. So, my husband told one of his best friends about it (it's always a competition with them) and all the guy would do was nay-say. Seriously. It was ridiculous. Oh well. Anyway, he got a One Armed Scissor as a tattoo. I liked a different kind of scissor for it than he did, but it is his body, and he said the artist sketched out a few different kinds and this one looked the best. It'll be neat when it's healed and I can actually touch it.

Afterwards we went to a restaurant that we had never been to. It was a mix of a fast food and sit down burger joint and a barbeque. You ordered sit down stuff like a fast food place (in line and standing up) then you go and sit, then you go get your food, and depending on what it was, all the condiments and toppings are at a little bar. You put on your own lettuce, or tomatoes, etc. But there was seating like a sitdown restaurant, though there were obviously no waiters. It was kind of neat. We had the most amazing onion rings, but we ate too much and now my stomach hurts. Then we went and bought popsicles (like I needed them). I couldn't choose between the Rootbeer/Banana/Lemonlime combo or the fudgesicles, so we got both. I feel ridiculous, but they will last forever, so it works.
All in all, not a bad day. Could have been better. Could have been worse. I wish, other than the man's tattoo, we could have done something cooler on my one f-ing day off (which someone still called and asked if I could cover for him), but I guess we could have just sat at home.