Out of the closet

Last week while the kids were gone, I got inked. I had my life scripture tattooed around my left ankle: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart."

I didn't want to cause a scene while I was visiting the fam, however, so I wore jeans and pants while I was there. I did show Mom the night before we left to come back up here, though. She clapped her hands to her eyes in true MamaSue fashion and said, "You know you can never give blood now." But technically that isn't true. You can't give blood for a year afterwards. Of course, because I am a frequent traveler to Haiti, I can't give blood anyway, so that doesn't really matter.

My family isn't the "tattoo" type, which means I'm probably going to catch some heat. I guess I can take it. Hey, at least I didn't buy a Harley.

Yet.