Anyone want to guess who’s wrist this is?
A tattoo has been discussed before .
My dislike of the idea was made known! (Although to be truthful, they don’t really bother me on others, as long as they are tasteful and don’t cover a large percentages of a person’s body…)
However when we are talking about my own flesh and blood. . . !
When questioned as to why a ride home was needed from me, when a bus could be taken?
Well the tattoo was displayed. Somewhat shamefaced as my dislike was known. . .
I would like to be rightously angry about this.
An inconvenient memory intrudes. . .
Back in the day I desperately wanted my ears double pierced. Mom was adamantly opposed. Being the good quiet girl that I am I complied. Until that is. . .
Mom was in the hospital with gallstones. Left on my own with my sisters and brother what did I do? ? ?
You guessed it!
My friend Anita and I got our ears double pierced!
And then visited my mom in the hospital knowing that she wouldn’t make a scene around so many people. We figured by the time she got out she would have cooled down. . .
I deserve this tattoo, don’t I?
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