(Also, if it had been my *mom* getting a tattoo, it would have been a goddamn garden gnome, so I think my dad's tat wins. Barely.)

Trifecta:

I'm still sad I couldn't talk my dad into getting a tattoo of a banana.

Now I am going to WASH ALL THE DISHES.

Now I am going to WASH ALL THE DISHES.

It's gonna be a Lutheran Massacreee!

Also, if it had been my *mom* getting a tattoo, it would have been a goddamn garden gnome, so I think my dad's tat wins.

Perhaps it would protect her when the garden gnomes begin their war on humanity.

People already said most of what I would have said about the wife-beater and tramp-stamp terms, so no point in me repeating all that.

I bought an end table from craigslist, then I decided it would work better as a night stand, so I carried it upstairs to put it next to my bed. Now that I see it there, I think it would work better as an end table downstairs, just not in the place that I originally put it. I already nearly killed myself twice trying to carry this table -- first when I was trying to get it in my car, then when I was carrying it up the stairs and one of the legs caught on the rug. Maybe I'll just leave it upstairs until someone who'll help me with it comes to visit. (Of course, knowing how social I tend to be, that could be years.)

Because the ass antlers became so popular in the wake of the "fashion" trend of wearing a high-rise thong undies showing out from under one's low-rise jeans and short t-shirt, in many instances I saw the tat and thought it was more or less advertising the fact that the female person in question chose not to wear even thong undies. To be honest, I don't want to see anyone's underwear. And even more importantly I do not want to know whether or not someone has chosen not to go commando.

A local competetive girls' diving and swim team all had matching tats, an intricate compass sunface, mid-back. Their uniform suits were all the same cut, in different colors and prints, but each had a circular cutout to show off the tat. I often wondered which came first, the suit or the tat design and placement. I also wondered how some of the 15-16 year olds managed permission, but I never had the opportunity to ask.

And I *keep* forgetting to wish Nora happy on her birthday. I hope there's cake, Nora, something that goes well with delicious beer!

THey were probably designed temp tats, the kind that only come of with rubbing alcohol. Or maybe henna?

I have three tats, and my least favorite (although I still like it) is a tribal butterfly on the lower back. I love the placement, as I think the lower back is one of the sexiest places on a woman's body, with the waist curving in, and the hips and buttocks flaring outwards. All my girlfriends went and got tats when the stripper show we were going to for a bacherlorette party sold out. I selected the butterfly because it symbolized potential for metamorphosis.

All of my tats are blackwork, tho; I love colors on other people, but I think I prefer blackwork on myself. They are also all on my back, although when I was teaching I had a couple of shirts with a modest back V and you could see a sliver of two tats. All of the students bugged me, and I showed them my shoulder blade tats...NOT the lower back one, but a few times I bent down and you could see a bit of it.

I want another tat, on the inside of my right wrist, very small, where a bracelet or watch could cover it if need be.

And I would love, love, love to get a full back tat that connected my three existing tats with a design, but I have no idea what the design would be, and it would take a while and be expensive.

A friend of mine who had a Mohawk got a cool dragon tattoo on her skull. She said if she wanted a conservative job all she had to do was grow her hair.

I was talking on the phone in the kitchen. Mr. Peabody took a toy from his basket in another room, dropped it at my feet, then went back to the bedroom. Was this a message of some kind?