Why I needed a nap today.

I'm groggy and short on sleep today.  DH was tossing and turning all night last night, constantly moving around, trying to get comfortable.  Keeping me awake.  He always sleeps on his back and last night his back was sore.  I would feel sorry for him, but that is what happens when you are jabbed with a needle over and over and over again for hours!!!!

Uh-huh, he got a new tattoo last night.  It's big and creepy and ewwww.  I won't look at it too long and my 12 yr. old son has to do the ointment applying and help him cover it with plastic wrap and tape.  Which, the only plastic wrap I have is the blue Easter kind, so that's kind of funny.  Except that tossing and turning while covered in plastic wrap is just as quiet as you might think it is. 

The tattoo, though, that was kind of my idea.  See, DH has wanted another tattoo for a long time.  He got his first tattoo before we were married (although we were dating and he hid it from me for 2 weeks before fessing up) and his second tattoo during a time when we weren't getting along very well.  So there's a bit of an unpleasant history for tattoos and us. 

And I'll admit I don't get the tattoo thing.  My family is very uptight about stuff like tattoos and although I'm old enough not to care what they or others think, I still view them as unnecessary at the very least.  Besides, I change clothes twice a day.  I can't imagine trying to decide on an image to put on my body for the rest of my life.

But when we found out he'd made the promotion list, I wanted to give him a gift.  It's tradition to celebrate these accomplishments with something memorable and frankly, I suggested the tattoo to stave off any mention a motorcycle or a new truck.

I would show you a photo, but it's still kind of oozy and red and well, even when it's healed it'll be startling.  I'll be sure to just link the photo eventually so that I don't scare anyone.  Let's see...how to describe it.  It looks like the flesh has been torn away from his backbone and there's a skeleton wearing a welding helmet and shirt that says "Mad Weldor" welding the bones. 

I did see the drawings before it became permanent and although it certainly wasn't MY preference, DH really loved it and wanted it.  I wanted to be able to say, "Sure honey, if you really want a skeleton welding your spine together, you go right ahead.  As long as that makes you happy."  Because I am so proud of him and whatever else he does, the man always tries to make me happy.

Comments

[amy]

We're the opposite--I have two small tattoos, and probably would have at least one more except what I wanted (an anklet tattoo) was more money than I had at the time in my life when I was getting tattoos. My husband has none and I can't ever imagine him getting one. I got both of mine before we started dating, too, but we were friends. One is on my ankle, and the other right above my hip, and I'm very relieved that none of the pregnancies stretched that one out. That was not something I was thinking about at age 21.

[Anne]

Hi becca! Heee. Men and their vanity. No tattoos here but hubby gets a perm and the entire house smells. . . . until he dons the emergency showercap. I listen to snores and crinkly plastic all night but my nose thanks me muchly!

[Stephanie B]

Oh my! I can only imagine what that looks like. At least its on his back though and not his arm or something... I would say a tattoo that can be covered is probably better than a motorcycle...

[hokgardner]

I have a small dolphin on the inside of my ankle. I was 23 and self-supporting when I got it, but I was still afraid to tell my parents. When my mom finally saw it, the first words out of her mouth were "How will you ever get married? Who will marry you with that?" I'm not kidding.

After B and I got engaged, my mom told him this story, and he turned to me and said, "You have a tattoo? It's over. I can't marry you!" My mom freaked out before she realized he was just messing with her.

I'd get another one in a heartbeat, but I don't know what I'd get.

[Elizabeth]

haha. I'm the same way. I can't pick out a pair of shoes - can't imagine picking out a permanent image.

And don't get me started on how freaked I'd be if it were not perfectly symmetrical. Freak.