Sixty-one is a good age to get a tattoo, right?
Please say yes, because I really want to indulge my daughter and get coordinating mother-daughter tats, and I’ll need at least another year, year-and-a-half before I can decide what to get and where on my body to get it.
I figure if I wait long enough my tattoo will still be crisp and bright when I’m on display in my coffin. And who doesn’t yearn for that every darn day of the week?
My husband is not in favor of me getting a tattoo. My daughter, on the other hand, has convinced me that it would be the greatest parental score since I drove her around Lexington, Kentucky, stalking Johnny Depp. I’m no closer to a decision on a tattoo what and where than I was when she first suggested it and I choked on my cocktail. [Read more…] about A Place for Mom’s Tattoo