30 Days of You and me: Day Twenty-Five

I think this one may end up being more about you, because it's definitely pretty short about me!

The topic for today is tattoos I want.

The answer?

NONE!!!!!!

My parents are not fans of tattoos, so it was never anything I even considered as I grew up. I always associated tattoos with sin. (True story!)

Then I moved in with Angela. Or rather...she moved in with me. She and her tattoos moved in with me. I can't remember how many she had when she moved in, but I remember the day she got a new one across her back. She couldn't wait to show me. Because of where it was located (between her shoulder blades), she couldn't reach it to put the ointment on it.

So guess who got that job?

Not even kidding - I thought I was going to face eternal wrath for putting that ointment on her - as though it somehow condoned the ink.

But it did soften me a bit concerning the sinful nature of tattoos.

And then I dated (ever so briefly) a guy who had tattoos. I was so grateful they were hidden by his shirts, so Mom never knew. (And she doesn't read the blog so she still won't know unless you tell her! Ha!) Dating someone who sported tattoos broke down my wall a little more.

But I remain highly unamused by the prospect of pain from any source, so I have firmly declared I shall remain tattoo free.

How about you? Thoughts on tattoos??