Once upon a time there was this slightly crazy mother of teenagers who desperately wanted a tattoo. Her husband continually bitched and moaned that they were "tacky, gave the wrong impression and why would I want to mark my body like that?" Her daddy was in the Navy and had one. Her brother had several and so did several of her very close man-friends.
She begged and pleaded to no avail. THEN! One day before her birthday she told her husband "Please, I want a tattoo. It will be little and I will make it very tasteful. Pleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeee.
The husband relented! A birthday present he said. No more! Indiscreet, tasteful, you promised.
A previous friend took me to his parlor and his guy and I got my tattoo. It was beautiful and it didn't hurt one bit. When I got home my husband wanted to know what I ended up doing. I told him "I got, U.S.D.A. stamped on my ass". After the EMT's left I told him the truth. Now its up to you to decide which one I am.
Catching Up
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