Got inked..

Not me! Obviously... my arm is no where near that big (thankfully!) or hairy... BUT that IS my husband's arm. And well.. it's his first tattoo. The long... LONG... L-O-N-G awaited tattoo. I have been hearing about this tattoo (or rather a form of this tattoo) for many, many, many, many (is that too many many's?) moons now. Since.. like.. when we first started dating. Anywho.. he got the tattoo while myself and the kids were away over the July 4th weekend. I knew of the tattoo.. or at least the main idea, design of the tattoo, but had no clue whatsoever that he was actually getting it. I figured, like it had been for the last 13 years.. that it was just talk. But he was serious. And when he sent me the picture, I had a mini panic attack. I still haven't gotten completely used to it. Every time he walks by I have to take a second look and make sure I am really seeing what I think I am seeing. And it feels... rubbery. I guess that's because the tat (is that what the cool people call them???) isn't completely set or something.. I haven't a clue. But nonetheless, it's there.. and at least it's not just some random design that he got just to be getting and just to say he has a tattoo. So for those who may not completely understand the whole thing here is the breakdown of what his tattoo "stands" for. The "O" in the middle stands for our last name and then the kids' names are self explanatory. I asked him what happens if we have more children (which would be rare considering Kent had a vasectomy). He said he would just start making a list down his arm. ;) So there.. it's out for all the world to know. Maybe now my panic attacks will stop.