Yes. That’s right.  Me. The girl who adamantly stated she would never get a tattoo. And now I’m sporting one on my left ankle.

It’s not my fault. Really it’s not. Some crazy person (lol) in our extended family decided it was the perfect gift for my older daughters and me. On Christmas Day he handed us a gift bag which contained temporary tattoos and announced that we had an appointment scheduled the following Friday. This gave us four days to decide what we wanted to get.

Um….what? Huh?  Did I hear you correctly?

I shot a quick glance at my husband. He was smiling, the kind of smile that’s teetering on the edge of laughter. Turns out, the crazy one had garnered his “permission” of sorts, and he was quite amused by this whole scene. So, he was certainly no help in getting me out of this one. Continue reading I Got Inked! →