Tats and Tongues, Ha Ha...Only Me...
My Abba showed me something about myself today. Went today to get the epic ink that has been haunting my dreams for..like...EVERRRRRrrrr..errrr....errrrrr....so yeah. I've been so PUMPED since Mother's Day when my baby told me that he was going to let me have it. Circumstances being what they have...ahem...(the idiocy of spray on SPF and Lake Tobesofkee for the ENTIRE day...erm yeah...not fun times in the world of Nicki) I've had to postpone the awesomeness. Well, thanks to Kristan (the worlds MOST amazingUH babysitter) Shane and I took off to Ink Wizzard this morning. Last night, I was stoked....like COMPLETELY. This morning? A bit nervous...I mean, it's been like 7 years since my last tat...and it was a tramp-stamp...this sick art was huge compared to that. I got to thinking about my ideas and what Daddy and I had talked about concerning this. So I asked Him: "Do I really want to do this?" He didn't answer...which is so uber frustrating to ...