Saturday sky a little late. You can see it started out grey and drizzly.

I never knew that I would love someone whose nipples were pierced but now I do. Honey came back for his ID last night and this morning, I found a brochure about piercing on the kitchen counter. The eyebrow and lip just weren't enough. In a gentle effort to discourage further piercings, I lovingly call it 'self-mutilation' when I ask about them. Now when Sugar comes home, I say things like, "Ask Honey to show you his nipples." Life is always offering us new directions, isn't it?