Merrick? Has a fever, again, and I? Am dreading taking him back to the doctor, yet again. My biggest worry is that the ear infection he had down in Florida did not fully go away, even after that hefty-duty round of anti-biotics. What if he eventually needs tubes in his ears? What if? I just don’t know if I could handle the thought of surgery. Nevermind that he’s already had his skull hacked to bits.
I’m finally getting around to semi-decorating my house. A cheap trinket here, a cheap trinket there…little by little, it’s starting to look like someone has lived here for the past 5 years. Pictures to follow. Sometime.
I’ve got the first trio of dummies painted and ready for tattooage. One of them is an innocent bystander, a lady, so she won’t need any tattoos, but the others–the others, I have big dreams for. I tried something new this year and blushed up their merry little faces. From now on, the gang bangers will have slightly rosy cheeks.
That is all.