Monday, January 29, 2007
A marked man... or, how my husband became a tattoed republican.
We begin a new series at church next week-- Tattoo. Devin will be talking to us about how we each have something which marks our lives. As part of this four-week series, we will have a person getting a tattoo during the service. This is pretty daring, even for us. My very brave girlfriend is "it" for one service, and yesterday I was marveling at her bravery when Jon pipes up and asks when his turn is. My characteristically smart-aleck response was something to the effect of, "what's stopping you?"
Dumb. I am dumb. Six years with this man has taught me NOTHING!!!!!
The discussion carried over into lunch with Wojo and J, ending with a telephone call and appointment at Bad Apple Tatto Company. Six hours later, this is what me have:
The artist, Jay, is a heck of a nice guy, and was very kind to the tatto virgin.
This somewhat painful afternoon is by way of Jon's very early 30th birthday gift. I am thinking my husband is something of a masochist. *shakes head*
Just another Vegas Sunday afternoon.
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