Me. Inked.

Yep, I said it.

I know there are a few of you who are going to gag at this post but oh well.

I did it.

I got a tattoo.

There is a story behind it.

It has to do with PAT-Rice.

That's all I am going to say.

Oh and it hurt.

More like burned.

I love it.

I want another one.

Not to mention the spur of the moment and the memory of that day/night makes me always laugh and really be so happy for some of the memories I have with my girls.

Can you see the fear?

In progress.

Yes, Dr. BFF...

I know you are not happy about this... but yes, there is a peace sign in there.

My experienced support.

Final piece.

I have mentioned getting one for years.

I finally did it.

No, I am still no where near hard core! :)