Colour me happy

Well, Friday the 13th was not unlucky for me, since I went to tattooist Xam and got my newest tattoo finished (with the exception of perhaps a little bit of touching up later to hide the old covered-up tattoo as well as possible).

Here's the finished job:



And here are a couple of details:





The one bad thing about my day was my dietary intake. I ate a pizza before leaving home, a burger before getting tattooed, and a Chinese takeaway when I got back. Eww, that's a very bad day's food by anyone's standards...

A curry-ific journey

From the pan to the metal tray...

... which goes into a paper bag...

... which gets put into a plastic bag...

... which gets put into the delivery man's car...

... which gets driven from the takeaway place to my house.

Then the bag comes out of the car...

... and is brought to my front door...

... and is handed to me while I fumble for funds.

I take the food into the kitchen...

... and out of the bags...

... and out of the trays...

... and on to the plate.

And that which isn't eaten goes into the fridge...

... and the next day on to a plate...

... and into the microwave...

... and on to another plate...

... which is placed on a TV-dinners tray...

... and set on Wife's lap...

... and from the plate on to the fork...

... and from the fork into her mouth...

... and while in her mouth, on to her tongue.

I'll let you figure out how it then got into my ear...