So here it is, the tatt. I'm glad I got it. It needs touched up, but otherwise I'm pleased with it.
I have to tell you, it didn't hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would. I really psyched myself out and thought it would be excruciating. It wasn't pleasant, but I'd describe it as uncomfortable more than anything. It took about 45 minutes to do. I was in a prone position on my stomach because the tatt is located on my ass, not the cheeky part but not the hip, sort of in between.
Days before The Girl and Boy were vehemently against our getting them. The Girl said "Mom, you know 75% of the people who get tattoos are bikers."
I have no idea where she pulled that figure from, but they really didn't want us to get them.
After they saw them The Girl decided it was pretty cool and The Boy is ok with it except he can't believe I got it on my butt. Holy Mother of Pearl he says, why did you put it on your butt? That's gross! LOL
Here is The Hubby's:
His stands for drive and determination equal destiny. It's very fitting for him. He's already talking about getting something else even though I think his hurt worse than mine. We got them done at the same time (his is on his upper arm) but I think my tattoist was better than his.
Now when I'm out and about I find myself looking at people's tattoos, something I never did before.
1 comment:
Both are really nice...I think you BOTH had better tattoo'ists (tattoo'ers? inkers? flesh-carving, needle-wielding deviants?)than me.
Curses!
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