the ring, the septic tank, and the tattoo.

sunday started off with homemade blueberry pancakes because i've been craving them for weeks (no, i am not pregnant) and could have potentially ended on a really bad note thanks to a wasp that infiltrated my kitchen on saturday afternoon...

on saturday afternoon while flojo and i were getting getting a snack, i spotted a wasp flying behind the kitchen curtain, so i reached for a magazine - that's been sitting on the catch-all counter for more months than i'd like to admit - and started swinging.  during the battle i managed to swing right into this tiny little antique porcelain dish that sits in my windowsill and is the perfect size for a couple rings, making it do a few impressive front flips before landing in the windowsill again.  i got the wasp and didn't think about it again until we were ready to leave on sunday afternoon for my tattoo appointment.  i reached in the little basket for my engagement ring (even though i'm married and have a band that i don't wear), and... nothing.  i knew i put it there last so i went into panic mode and knew i had to tell chris.  at first he thought i was joking, but when he realized i was serious he said, "well you're not getting a tattoo if you just lost a four thousand dollar ring!!!"  i wanted to cry.  so we had to get under the sink and take a pipe off, and... nothing.  then i really wanted to cry, because my ring was gone.  after a few minutes i thought, "wait!  maybe when i closed the window i closed it over the ring not realizing it was there!"  luck was on my side that day, because my ring was right there when i opened the window!  so i learned my lesson... and i still got to get my tattoo.  after we left the house, chris told me that he'd decided when the ring wasn't in the basket that he'd just have to dig up the septic tank and go through it handful by handful until he found it.  now that, my friends, is love.

i've been wanting for years now to get a tattoo that said dinosaur toes, because that's flojo's nickname (and i'm sure you've surmised my shop's and blog's namesake), and she means more to me than words could ever describe.  so now i'll always have dinosaur toes with me, and on her favorite perch - my right shoulder!