First day of summer, '09

It's seasonably cool and wet for the fisrt day of summer. Webfoot Racer had a solstice party at her house last night, giving me a chance to make the pasta salad and attend. DH stayed home and nursed his stinkin' cold. He's much better today, though still not feeling perky. At least he's not missing time off from work for this. And when I make pig noises at him, he just gives me a long-suffering look, so I don't think he has swine flu. Thank God!!

Webfoot Racer used to be a stock car racer. She is now a landscaper and a kick-ass writer. Her parties are superbly well planned. She had set up awnings against the persistent mizzle, and multiple fire-baskets to ward off the chill. She had also provided goodie bags for the little kids to keep them occupied so they wouldn't bug the grownups. There were bubble wands andstick-on tattoos and glow-wands and stuff. The kids, however, were having much more fun playing with the fires. I came across an abandoned package of tattoos and went for it. Pretty soon, most of the adult women had a stick-on tattoo somewhere unobtrusive. A butterfly on the hip or a celtic knot on the nape of the neck or a flying scarab on the shoulder. The guys were easier to persuade. I gave one fellow a flaming eyeball in the center of his forehead and another guy had a bulldog on his neck behind his left ear. I slept in my tattoo. Pretty edgy, don'tcha think? I gotta get some of these stick-ons! This is just wayyyy too much fun!