How Things Change

A little over a year ago, I posted about my piercings. And I said this:

Which reminds me of all the tattooed people I know who are dying for me to get inked up. Why do you do that, guys? You’re like junkies who need someone to join in on their next fix.

I don’t have any tattoos. I don’t have plans for any. I do have a couple of drawings I’d likely have tattooed on me if I were to ever get one, but they’re just not my thing. I haven’t felt the call of the wild tattoo.

You know what’s funny about that? Tomorrow is our ninth anniversary, and we’re going to Arkansas for my fifth tattoo. And I’ve gotten four piercings since our eighth anniversary. So at this time tomorrow, I will have gotten more tattoos than piercings in the past year. 


I’m getting a mola mola on my right arm. 

Super stoked. 

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6 Comments on “How Things Change”

  1. KarmenF says:

    Sometimes we just don’t know what we’re missing til we take the plunge…

  2. abbiosbiston says:

    I was about to get a new tattoo when I found out I was pregnant. I am definitely ready for more ink once Little O is out.


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