well, not too long after that, we went to bozeman. maybe for 4th of july? or maybe for gramps's birthday? i can't quite remember. but i told my favorite, and very protective uncle mark that i got a tattoo. i'm pretty sure he almost passed out. he asked me what it was and where i got it. and i told him that it covered my whole back and it was a dragon eating a cow. his face got kind of white and he asked if it was in color. yep, i said, lots and lots of blood. his face got a little whiter. after a few minutes, i started to feel kind of bad. i don't know how much he believed me, but his face was really white. so i pulled up my sleeve and i showed him my quarter size green star. relief, as they say, washed over his face. that's not so bad, he told me. in fact, i kind of like it!
thanks, uncle mark!
at the tattoo parlor, looking a little dazed. it was all show. on the inside, i was like "i want another one! i want another one!"
it reminds me of when i told my dad that i was going to get my lip pierced:
me: dadddddyy? i think i'm going to get a piercing.
him: what? where?
me: guess!
him: nose?
me: nope.
him: eyebrow?
me: nope!
him: ears?
me: nope!
him: where?
me: i was thinking maybe my tongue (he HATES tongue piercings)
him: not your tongue! anywhere but your tongue!
me: ok, i'll just get my lip done, then. that was my second choice! *skipping off down the hall*
HAHAHAHAHAH
i think i even used that one the next year when i got my belly button done.
and that is why i am a psyc major. gosh, i'm so good at it!
i guess you can't really see it, but that's probably the day after i got my lip done?
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