Dragons are so much cooler...
Somewhere between age 40 and 45 my father had a wedding ring tattooed on his left ring finger.
He wanted to have one he could never take off.
Right round his 50th birthday, he left my mom and I for good. He claimed the romance had been dead for years.
I chuckle about this several times a year. I don't know what spurred it on this time around.