Guys, I’m in the need of some sort of change. And I’m not really in the mood to start doing hard drugs or anything as of yet, so I’m thinking either dying my hair ooooor getting a tattoo. Huh? Huh? What do we think?
As of right now, I already have 3 votes pro tattoo and although this has yet to be verbally confirmed, I’m pretty sure I can count on at least 1 vote of anti tattoo from one Don Patton.
Maybe the fact that he has threatened to completely cut me off should deter me from the idea at such a financially precarious time in my life (full disclosure: I have $163.89 in my bank account right now– AND an amazing pair of new red boots!!), but is it weird that his very real threats only really make me want to get one more? Am I finally going through my teen angst years? This is so exciting! If this is true and I’m going to start playing the black eyeliner, sneaking out at night, motor cycle boyfriend card, maybe the notion of ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’ is applicable in this context.
Who am I kidding. Motorcycles hurt my sensitive ears.
And I know what you’re thinking, Grandma– a tattoo will cheapen my generally pristine look, but don’t worry– I’d definitely stick to something classy like barbed wire around my bicep, an ironic old-timey mustache on my finger, or a tribute black and white portrait of Kaitlin and I as children on my upper shoulder or lower declotauge. Or hey- maybe I’ll even do something religious and get a cross rosary around my ankle like Nicole Richie and Britney Spears!
How about this, Dad; I’ll make you a deal. The tattoo threats will stop as soon as mom gets the convertible that she’s been wanting since her 16th birthday. Do you see the common obstacle in these two situations? At least one of us get what we want this year.