Monday, December 24, 2007

Arrrrrgh, I be plundering yer organs!

Skipper's Christmas gift to me is a tattoo! We've been talking about getting matching commemorative tattoos for the past two years, and I guess that's why he was so insane about me not picking one the other day.

I have rules when it comes to tattoos. Smaller is better, it MUST be in an area which you can easily cover up and only show by careful clothing placement, and when I am 85 I still want to be able to look at it and think "yeah, I'm glad I got that."

I think a tattoo commemorating a transplant satisfies number 3. It's not like I'd be getting a butterfly because "I know a lot of girls get them because they're trendy, but they really MEAN something to ME." (I actually heard some girl say this to her friend, and I almost wet myself laughing.)

So Skip and I are thinking a kidney and crossbones with 12/23/05. I want mine to be about the size of a half dollar, and because I am bony I will have it put on my hip in the back, which is the fattest part of my body (aside from my actual bottom, but I'm really not all about showing that off. Sober.)

This way I can avoid the tramp-stamp lower back look, no one will see it unless I WANT them to see it, but I could still say "hey look at this" and tug down my waistband an inch and not look like a whore.

Skip wants his on his shoulder, because he's often shirtless and hilarious. And by hilarious, I mean his breasts are now bigger than mine. How come he ended up with the Butterfield rack? So unfair.

1 Comments:

Blogger joe said...

Steph, is Skip priding himself on his rack? That's the real question.

And if you want, you can have my breast material. I don't want them, unless they are on a luscious lady like you, and then I only need a short amount of "play time" with them.

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