Man, it’s hard to believe it’s Thursday already. Work-wise, Chad is back in the office after his sinus surgery, I have Chris Barnes and Chris Spaulding in full-time now, and we’re STILL covered with work. It’s a good thing, much better than the alternative.

We were talking the other day, it’s hard to believe that a 10-20 degree increase in the temperature can really change people’s moods. I LOVE getting out and about now. We have the windows open so we can enjoy a breeze at work, and I find myself wanting to be more productive around the house. How about that…

So my cousin Beth just got her first tattoo last night. Naturally, I took her to Nate Corder at Lucky Lady Tattoo in Richmond. She loves it and it looks really good. We’ve blocked out the day of April 27th so some of her friends, her husband, and her daughter can all get tattoos or touch ups. It’s easy to sell for a tattoo artist that’s as talented as Nate is.

So how about a messed up dream? Last night I was dreaming that the Russian mafia was after me. They shot me but I kept running. They continually held people hostage that they thought I’d care enough about to surrender but I didn’t (sorry to those who got shot). Eventually, I ran out of bullets and had to increase my time running. They tried to hold my dog hostage, but about the time my friend Tim was giving me another gun, Waylon got free and we both were on the run. Last thing I remember was I was hiding in a tent with some camels.