Tattoozin'

Sigh. So much great ink on chicks at Grapply Camp. Honestly one night in the Jacuzzi it was like a Modern Art Show, Medium: Skin. I've been hankering after another tattoo since shortly after the last one (and by shortly I mean when the pain wore off and I forgot about it, so much less time than with childbirth! Of course the tattoo session didn't involve something the size of a roast chicken coming out of my vagina.) Anyway, the possibilities are endless but include a wide variety of concepts. Like my children's faces, one on each deltoid. Hehe. Maybe not. I will keep you all updated because I know the suspense is hard to handle.