faded dreams and blue jeans

... so I was at big sister's house last night to show off my new tattoo. A few glasses of wine were consumed along with not much food.

I got home, decided I wanted to listen to a CD I hadn't heard for a while and thought it might be in the player in my living room. That's on quite a high shelf that I can reach from the floor but I tend to stand on the couch to get to. I got the CD, bounced off the couch, lost my balance and fell onto the coffee table.

I have a bruise right the way down my thigh now.

Ouch.

Still, at least it stopped me thinking about the discomfort from the tattoo for a while...

I just had a "getting to know you one on one meeting" with the new department head.

I like her, a lot.

She's been in the place a week and she's already identified every single problem with this place. Well, every problem I have with the place anyway!

I can almost forgive her "my door's always open" line, and the reason I have a problem with that is because of Pratchett...

This is just too adorable!

"Xander is vocal and quite affectionate. He loves to announce his presence then jump on the couch with me and plop and roll, looking for a tummy rub."