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.
Love,
Kristen
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.
Love,
Kristen
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