I'm Celebrating My Love for You with a Pint of Beer and a New Tattoo
Nah, not really.
But I did find out last summer that my sister has a big old tattoo on her lower back! No one in the family bothered to tell me. But she was a bit of a wild child before she got this Mommy gig. My drunken idiot brother in law has all kinds of things on his appendages, including the ubiquitous celtic scrollwork and the not so typical avenging angel.

I often wonder what I would get if I were to get scribbled on PERMANENTLY by a long-goateed, leather-clad, pierced weirdo. I'm just not ready to make that kind of commitment with my one and only suit of skin. Heck, I gave up on pierced ears pretty quick after getting them done (by a drunken art school roommate armed with a needle and a potato).