So I didn’t get that tattoo.
I was on the chair thing, with my foot stenciled and ready to go and the guy to my left preparing the needle.
And I was like…
Uh…. would you mind if I change my mind?
Of course, he was nice about it and let me leave without a tattoo.
I am rethinking what I want to get and am pretty sure what it will be, but Imma think about it a few days and then go back.
Maybe I should get “Lev. 3:16” tattoo-ed on my fanny… Haha!