Tuesday, August 19, 2014

So tat happened

I always figured if I ever got a tattoo it would be late one night in Hong Kong or Amsterdam or someplace foreign and slightly dangerous and I would wake up with a dragon on my back but not even realize it until the next summer when my roommate spotted it while we were laying out on the lawn.

I certainly didn't expect to get a babysitter to watch my kids for the afternoon so I could head to Tattooville in Deal with two other forty-something housewives.  No I did not.  But that's what happened.

It took 2 minutes, cost $60 (always remember to tip your tattoo artist!) and hurt like a mother.  But I love the little guy.


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