…. I was having a discussion with hubby about wanting a tattoo…. I’ve always wanted one…. it’s sort of a tribal thing. And I’m not a tribal gal…. being about as waspish as I can be, but still……it’s a dream. I want a tatoo, and I’m thinking that I’m old enough….in my 40s, and I hopefully still know my own mind, so I here’s the conversation…..
Me: “I want a tatoo….. maybe on my ankle…”
Hubby: ” I think that’s a good idea: you’ve always wanted one…”
Me: ” I think it wouldn’t change much, being on my ankle, even if I get old and flabby…:
Hubby: ” Maybe I should get one too!”
Me: but you always said you didn’t want one…..disfiguring the flesh and all that….”
Hubby: Maybe I’ll get one that says: ” Crap Bag – Banana Hammock”
So here’s the thing… First prize of a bird bead goes to the first person who can not only tell me the source of my hubby’s brilliant response, but the relevence to this conversation….
Bird is my choice.
ps: (Image is a face tattoo by Bruce Potts)