With 2 O's, as I had to explain to Mike today.
It's even worse than being stupid.
That's so dumb it isn't even spelled right.
My birthday gift to Mike, was a tattoo.
We're still poor struggling college students, mind you, so until Mike graduates, we don't splurge on ourselves much, we basically buy the necessities & that's it.
Mike has been working so hard & doing so well at blasting through school, I wanted his birthday to really be about him recieving things for him & him alone.
You know the guy people are like "wtf should I buy for him..uh, I guess this.." and they get a random thing? That's Mike.
It took me a while myself, to even think of it.
But, this year, that was his gift.
(seriously, I felt like a kid as I assessed how much I could put towards this "do I have enough now, mommy??" Geeze)I TOTALLY surprised my husband with the gift of a big, new, expensive permanant reminder of how much I love him.
However, he refuses to get "Claires bitch" tattood across his neck, no matter how much I beg. I'm pissed.
But whatever. So, we went to lunch today & stopped in to make an appointment. Tomorrow at 3:30 it is!
I've had something I've wanted to get tattooed for over a year now. I like to be overly cautious with things that are oh..permanent and or reeallyy expensive & painful to get removed. (Condoms also help you stay away from these things, kiddos)
So, today I took my copy of what I want done, a long with Mike when we went in. I have an offer on the table, for a good price,good work, yada yada. He has a few hours Mike has reserved for his ink, tomorrow & said "I can do it then, you guys can take my entire day that way..decide tonight & we'll see tomorrow."
So. Mike set up his appointment & we left.
I said "lets go home & get me naked & decided where I should get this" because the reason I've been waiting so long is, I just cant pick a spot.
Well. I got it., It's perfect. Everythign is perfect.
Now, here is the stoopid part.
I'm of course,am still reasoning with myself in my head.
Which has gone a little like this;
Me- "Dude..just do it, I mean, you dont live forever, why not do these fun things, and enjoy NOW! You've thought it out, just do it! It's a chance to do something new & fun & you might as well enjoy it now, because, well, when your dead..well, your dead. So.. this is life, this is now, just go for it"
Me- "Oh man, yeah! That totally makes sense..life is just.... now.. in the minute..I gotta grab it by the balls. Hell yeah! You only live once, enjoy it!!!"
Me- "wait.. you do only live once..
.................but what if you live a really long time... and get a really shitty stupid tattoo..because then, you have to live with it..the rest of your life..A LONG life.. with a fucked up tattoo "
Me- ...I guess I could just get it on my back, because then I dont have to look at it.."
Me-.. but whats the point in getting it, if you don't ever see it?
(((((like all your other tattoos, moron?)))))
And now I'm here. My Mike is being a big whiney indecisive baby. Actually, thats me, and he wants me to leave him alone & either just decide to get the tattoo of shut the fuck up about it already.
Tell me what to do.
Not you mom.
Or you, sister.
No talking for you.