Dressed up and knocked down.

Today was another Not-Casual Friday.
For any of you who haven't made it in to the shop on a Friday in the past few months, that's when Todd and I look better than we normally do.
We had a hard time coinciding our facial expressions though for the first documentation of said holiday.

I busted my ass today.

Miss Rachel and sister Pants came and got beat up for a few hours each.
Skulls and hammers of Thor.
Ribs and spines, respectively.
And all of MY respect for these two, taking it like such champions.



Then Ryan came and got a knee tattoo. Ever see a knee get tattooed? It's a swollen, sucky mess before you even start. But he had a cheering squad, and did great.

Heather left us tonight after the fastest grilling session ever. I'll be seeing her again at the Boston Tattoo Convention, September 12-14th, where she'll be helping out Todd and I give out Bird Flu & Identity Tattoo propaganda.
It's going to be such an awesome time. I believe Todd and Albie Rock have a few appointments available. You should join the fun and get in on that.

I pretty much spent every bit of energy I had today.
It's time for a movie.

Preparing for the Flood

All of Minnesota is going back to school this week.
Well, everyone who's not at the state fair or gearing up for the RNC.

The twin cities are about to be flooded with Republicans. (and people that hate Republicans)
There's not enough sandbags to protect us, and stockpiling is useless.
I already have a bad taste in my mouth

At least they'll mostly be in St. Paul.
Minneapolis wasn't having it.
I hope they stay on that side of the Mississippi.

But during these difficult weeks, I am grateful for the rad tattoo ideas that are brought to me, and will treat each one as a gift.
Especially ones that came all the way from the east coast.