Mom's big concern after I got the tattoo was me not being able to give blood. Turns out that since I went to a place in Texas that was licensed the blood bank doesn't care. Woo hoo. The day after I was eligible to give (a year from our return from Belize) they were calling and got me set up. Mom and I went last weekend (I got the trainee, so it was more of a painful process than normal). Mom is happy and can't really find anything else negative to say about getting a tattoo.
Ha. So there.
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