So…. I’m not saying that I have the WORST tattoo in the world, but it’s got to be up there in the Top 10.
In my defense, when I got said tattoo at the ripe old age of 22, I was wise enough to get it in a place that (A) would not sag and (B) would not be seen by others unless I chose to reveal it. My perfect tattoo location? My tailbone. This was YEARS before the Tramp Stamp trend, and I was very proud of myself for my good decision making.
Of course, at that time, you did not have to be a mom to wear mom-jeans.. We all wore mom-jeans.. Pants came up to your waist. All pants. There was no ass crack hanging out. There were no underwear making a guest appearance. Our bums were fully covered all the way to our waists.
So, imagine my chagrin when pants dropped several inches and I could no longer hide my third eye. Yes, that’s right… I said it.. I have an EYE tattooed on my ass.
I teach Sunday School, I volunteer at the elementary school, and am on the PTA. And every time I bend over, my third eye winks at unsuspecting passerbys.
Obviously this has been a source of much fodder for my friends and family over the past 20 years.
This week was my birthday. My girlfriends made me cake. It was delicous.
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