Tonight I am going to see a man about a tattoo.
Well. Not just any man. Steve. Sam’s tattooist.
He’s done all of her tattoos. And there are about 7 of them. I trust her. I trust him.
What I don’t trust was the ‘it won’t hurt THAT much’ when I ask how much it’ll hurt.
I want snowflakes. I’ve wanted snowflakes for ages. And I want them on my foot. Down the outside of my foot, like a little snowstorm.
I have what might be the boniest feet on the planet, so yes I know it’ll hurt.
I just need to go and get a date to have it done. *Gulp*
Now I just have to pick my snowflakes.
What an excuse to play here for hours……