Friday, April 9, 2010
I need to stop. Soon. OK maybe not yet.
I know, I know, I just got one in February.
And I have four now.
But I want another one. Two more, actually.
So you know I want one on my foot, right? Well, a couple of weeks ago I was cleaning my garage out, and found a "book" that the guests at my wedding shower (in 2003, mind you) wrote words of marital advice in.
One of those guests was, of course, my sister Linda, who died a few months after I got married.
Part of her advice said "Live life, love, and be happy".
And that's what I plan to have tattooed on my foot, in her handwriting. I think that will be amazing to have some of her last words of advice to me, her little sister, in her own writing, for the rest of my life.
I also want a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist. I'm still thinking I want this puzzle piece....
I'm trying to fight off the urge, but I feel a call to Sweet Baby Octane and the only man who ever touches my body these days, D Willy, coming on.
Maybe next week. Gotta wait on flip flop weather to get the foot one anyway.