That moment when you go to your tattoo appointment and instead of hittin’ it off with my usual artist. I spent the entire time talking to the intern about…Hammy. All she could talk about was that she knew me from Instagram because my dog is so cute!
I think I’ve lost my game, my dudes. Aren’t dogs supposed to help with game? Don’t get me wrong I got Sookie and everything, but my ego has taken some blows and not the fun kind
My son is famous and I could never be prouder of him. Also, if I meet that artist, I’ll give her the biggest, warmest hug. She sounds like a very amazing woman.















