My *ahem* Eventful Weekend
My mother was here this weekend. We were able to tear her away from her precious, precious boyfriend, Greg. Anyways, we picked her up at the bus 'station' in Benson, and went to lunch at Denny's. Whereupon she decided that she wanted to go to a tattoo parlor to 'check it out.' Yeah, all three of us got tattoos. My mother's first one, and my 4th, and Chad's 3rd. Too bad, that I HATE mine. I asked the girl to copy the one I already had on my back on the other side, to kind of mirror image it. Well, she sucks. And, while it's the same rose in a treble clef tattoo, the old one is bigger, way more detailed and just all around better. The new one is smaller, more delicate, although the straight lines are crooked. And the rose is red, flat red, not like the other one. And the green of the flower is just green, not with veins in the leaves. Even the leaves are different...it basically boils down to the girl didn't listen to what I said and they just did the flash directly from the wall. It's just awful, I can't even look at it. So, I have to wait for it to heal, and then go back and see if they can fix it, and they better fix it, since she didn't do anything I wanted her to do. ARGH! How hard can it be "copy what's on the other side of my back on this side of my back." So, now I have this "thing" on me, and I.Can't.Stand.it.