If I Were a Tattoo...What Would I Be?
Now that the summer is in full force, I've been noticing an increasing trend while traversing water parks, beaches and reptile shows (yes, I am quite an eclectic traveler in the summer). Tattoos. Big burly men who could qualify for contestants on "The Biggest Loser" sport them on their arms, their legs and their bellies. Ridiculously fit men who look like "The Situation" from "Jersey Shore," have them all over their arms, legs and backs. Surprisingly, the muscle men always avoid desecrating their most prized possession...their six packs.
And let's not forget women. I've seen rose tattoos on ankles, hearts near someone's butt crack (okay, yes, it's weird that I looked but it's like a bad car accident...you just can't look away). I've seen an ink charm bracelet on someone's wrist and ankle - although I would have taken the sparkly kind over the painful version any day of the week. And I've seen birds, names of loved ones (including grandmothers), a memorial tattoo and so many more that last night, I had a dream about being kidnapped and strapped into a chair at a tattoo parlor.
While I am pretty skittish when it comes to allowing a creepy bald guy use a drill to engrave my Grandma Dora's initials on my arm, if yours truly were ever forced to get a tattoo, here's a few options I think I could live with...