I’ve made a decision about my tattoo.

After my fantastic adventures with the pyle drivers on the beach, and after my trip to the internet café to post you all about my day, I decided to treat myself to a little shopping.

I usually come to this artsy beach town in the summer with my kids and some other friends. So this time, alone in the off season, I was able to linger in the shops with the breakable things. I even tried on some clothes in a little boutique that only sells black and white clothes. I decided to celebrate my day’s adventures by purchasing a pretty little black dress, which got me thinking about the tattoo.

I think I don’t want it on my arm after all. Maybe tucked up behind my shoulder. I just couldn’t visualize the party dress with the saw blade wrapped around my arm.

This is not a dilemma for construction boys since they don’t usually wear halter tops.

If all the shops were open, I’d get a henna tattoo as a test. darn. So I’m still debating the image, but have narrowed down the location.

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This morning I went down to the beach to try flying my fun new two-stringed kite. It’s a sunny Saturday morning and I thought I might also collect some shells from the great cache churned up by the construction site.

I saw my favorite pyle driver working by himself this morning servicing the equipment. He showed me how to oil the excavator. You just attach a hose to a nut and squeeze the pump.

What a vacation.