Tattoos are for bikers, gang members and sailors. Right???? Okay, that's what I used to think. Never in a million years did I think I would get a tattoo. But.....I now have 2. The first was for my 50th birthday. Kim talked me into going with her and we would get a tattoo together. I just wanted a small butterfly on my ankle. It ended up being slightly larger than I expected, but I liked it. I really wished I'd gotten something with my parents name on it though. Something that meant something. So...last year for my 51st birthday I did it again. This time, it was a butterfly with music notes (my dad was a musician, my mom sang) and my parents name. I love this one....but it hurt a lot worse than the last one and I swore I'd never get another.
Kim's tattoo. It's a combination of two album covers from one of her favorite groups "The Used".
Kim getting her tattoo. She tolerated it better than I did.
As you can see....I was a big baby.
Now the truth...they are addicting and I want another. Not sure if I'll really do it because I have run out of ankles and I like to put them where they don't show. But, I'd really like to have a tattoo of tinkerbell.
Then I remember that the day after I got the last tattoo I scraped a big chunk out of it and it got infected. It took twice as long to heal. I think a tinkerbell tattoo will never happen.
