Family dinner last night. Had to make a move and tell mom about the tattoo before my little could use it as a weapon. Being the youngest mom tends to harp on him about stuff so his defense mechanism last night was going to be "oh yeah... well she got a new tattoo."
Before the scenario could arise (and after she had had some wine) I just went in and showed her. She wasn't as ticked as the first time and I think her real worry is the fact that I won't be able to give blood for another year.
All in all, not too bad. Plus I got chocolate yummies out of the deal.
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