Today was a long day. There was ferrying around of feral cats to vets, lugging of dirt, digging of weeds, and then I went and provided moral support while Kevin got his latest tattoo (on the shin, a reasonably excruciating place.)
In a fit of madness, I said that if I ever manage to make a hundred thousand dollars off Dragonbreath, I’ll get Danny tattooed on my ankle. This is a reasonably unbelievable sum, but if it DID happen, the little guy would have earned it, despite my general prohibition on getting my own art put on me.
Now I have a gimlet and I’m gonna go unwind and watch Herculoids and Thundarr the Barbarian. (Ookla is totally hotter than Thundarr. And has a way better horse.)