OUTFLY!...not really

So Tuesday on dishline I was the biggest klutz EVER.
It started out with me dropping five huge salad plates. All of them shattered and one bounced off my knee, which has a bruise.
Then I flung two cups all the way down dishline and almost hit one person while I splashed another.
Then I kept dropping things, grabbing the same plates a the same time as other people, etc.
It was hilarious.
Oh, then Mindy and I had to wash down the dishwasher and I definitely sprayed myself with the hose. Twice.
Oh goodness.
=D
Anyhoo...
Tomorrow's outfly!
Well.
Probably not.
But I'm a hopin'....
Fingers are crossed and everything!
Any day now. ANY day now.
And you know what outfly means?
EIGHTH NOTE TATTOO ON MY ANKLE!!!!
HECK YES!!!!!!!!!
=D
It WAS gonna mean belly button piercing. But. I read some stuff on how to care for it/how it's done and I kinda chickened out. You have to wash it (as in soap and water) 2-3 times a day for five months to a *year* depending on how long it takes to heal because it's under your shirt all day and not getting air and can get infected really easily. That's a lot of washing. Then there's the whole it might make a bump under my shirts and who's gonna see it anyway it'll only show if I'm in my bikini and how often do I wear that maybe three times in a summer? Yeah. Not really worth it.
Um. I think that's it. I'm just relaxing a little. Tomorrow's a crazy day with an evil bassoon playing test but then it means that I get to start the oboe! Yay!
So. I'm off. To...
do things. *evil look*
Outfly? Please?