Sunday, March 8, 2009
Actually it was a baby shower , and my friends- who I dearly love like family were showing off their tattoos.
Ironically the two sailor boys that were there didn't have tattoos , only their wives.
All I could say was .....oh, my!! ( and do you have any ice cream to go with this cake ?)
My children's Godmother ( I threw that in for some "Catholic guilt") had her tattoo placed in a spot where our Priest couldn't see it whilst she was genuflecting or bowing for Communion.
I asked her daughter Amanda , "honey do you have any tattoos ?" She said ,"no" , and I said, " oh, what a good girl you are" (she's nearly 30), and I hugged her, but then she said , "I am going to get one though." Ugggghhhh.
I will bring the "naughty mat" for our next party.
When I came home I asked Paul, "where I should put "MY" tattoo", and he said - "no where private." Aww, shucks that's the only place where I would want one!
You know this is funny in about 4 different ways.
Paul said , "Belinda you live such a sheltered life, and you know nothing about the real world."
Yes this is true ,and I could never thank Paul enough , and thanks be to God.
Just know this dear readers - the day that I come home with a tattoo is the day that the world is ending , and you might consider running to confession, and the day that my children come home with a tattoo is the day that their world ends.
Tattoos are like a "Hallmark" card - when you care enough to "ink" only the very best, or - hey ,nobody got that "Pope" tattoo.
(Gosh I will cry if my friends don't invite me back.)