Yesterday my mom and I trekked to the asshole of Pennsylvania, Oil City, in search of a border for their newly-remodeled downstairs bathroom. The store made the choice an incredibly easy one, since there was only one border that would match the rest of the décor. After accomplishing our spoken mission, we turned our attention to our secret agenda. Namely, finding Rottin Ink and making appointments to get our tattoos inked.

After much walking arounds and asking for directions (we were looking for a place that looked like this, but they have apparently changed locations since those were taken), we finally stumbled upon our destination. Andy actually remembered doing Don’t Panic for me over a year and a half ago, which was a pleasant surprise. After describing what we both wanted, we placed our deposits and walked out with two appointment cards for this coming Wednesday.

I am incredibly excited. Don’t wuss out on me now, mom.