Short funny story - today as we were driving back from the pumpkin patch (photos coming this week) we passed by a tattoo parlour. (Whenever we see one, we say "who wants a tattoo?" and Rita always says "yes".) Today we asked her where she wanted a tattoo, and she said her bicep. Then we asked her what she wanted for a tattoo, and she said a big American flag.

In other news, apparently if you don't have a blog going to the social security office isn't a big deal. This week, Michael went to the social security office to get Rita's SSN and it was relatively painless and he received a nice letter saying that her SSN will arrive in two weeks. If I would have gone, it would have taken me 15 minutes to find a parking space, there would be confusion about getting a number, there would be a two hour wait in a stuffy crowded waiting room, I would get to the window and not have the right documents, and I would leave crying. (All of which has happened before.)