Other news: Dad bought his Harley yesterday. This one. This is cool, and another of the million reasons that my parents are the coolest in the whole world.

Mum called, sounding excited as a little kid who's just been given the keys to a toy store. She preceeded to put Dad on the phone, who told me the happy news. Talked for a while about which one, where he got it, bike clubs (they are now Junior Members of the Ulysses club, and went for their first ride today), insurance, how the engine almost conked out, how heavy it was, how motorcycle transmissions work etc. In short it was a Dad conversation.

Then Mum got on and described to me how sore her bum was, about the wind, and the people, and the colours, and how much room it had to put stuff in it, how they crested a hill and the convoy of bikes were streatched out in front of them. This has been one of Mum's dreams for as long as I can remember - whenever we have been in a car driving and seen a convoy of bikes it's always she that looses her nut. Yes it was a Mum conversation.

So now the biggest problem is: What am I going to design them for tattoos? This is going to be a really hard thing to do! I have to make something that's going to be marked into my parents' skin until they die, and beyond. So I have sooooo many things to think about. Ouch.

They need an Ant and a Bee.

Time to watch Bugs Life.