Labor Pains.

A lot people get Labor Day off from work.
I always have Mondays off, so it was going to be work-free anyway.
That's double reason to stay away from the shop and do whatever I wanted,
but of course I couldn't resist.

I headed to Identity around noon to give Mr. Kyle Mack a birthday/breakup tattoo.
He wanted a play off of the wolf in sheep's clothing.
Instead of sheep's clothing, he went with a penguin suit.
What?
I'm not sure.
Something about how girls lure you in with cuteness, but they aren't as they seem.
Call up the shop and ask him, it's really detailed and has multiple levels of absurdity.

Dear Kyle Mack,
Stay away from penguins (both real and metaphorical).
And maybe girls, too.
Happy Birthday anyway...




The rest of my weekend was great,
We did Seward Cafe, the farmer's market, and a poet's party (with fire) down in Red Wing, Minnesota.
Thanks to the Queen of the Internet and her lovely husband for having us all, and the nicest vegan spread.
Sorry I drank everybody's share of lemonade.
It was so good.

I hope all of you who rocked out for three days straight without having to punch the clock filled the days well.
Back to work, tomorrow, for all of us.

(Except Albie)

Mounts and Moons.

A full moon last night, folks.
I took this picture from my upstairs porch a few minutes before midnight.
I love how there's just enough contrast to tell the neighbor's tree apart from the sky.




Once Ryan and Rebecca arrive home from their road trip, Ryan will be taking down his installation at the Slim Whitman Gallery in NE MPLS.
So, after going out for dinner tonight, Meryl and I headed over there to take a few photos before it was too late.
It looks so much better at night, all lit up.





There are stranger things to collect than old mounted heads, I'm sure.
If you have some in your garage that you don't want, let me know.
(we'd love to put them in our garage)