thematically fickle

Every Tuesday night we watch Sam’s favorite show, Overhaulin’ (which I’ve come to know and love and cancel other activities for despite my initially dismissive attitude) and then, if we’re not too exhausted and the previews look good, we stick it out for Miami Ink. Both shows feature incredible artists working at their respective crafts. But Miami Ink holds special promise for me.

I’ve wanted a tattoo for a long time and since becoming a mother, I’ve been considering it in a more determined manner. A tattoo, though surely not the original marking of a rebel as it used to be, would assuage my fear of ending up with a mini-van, mom pants and a Dorothy Hamill haircut. But so far, I haven’t been able to decide a) what tattoo I want and b) where I want it. I do know, however, that I’ll need to go to Miami to have it done because I want it done at Ami’s shop, preferably by Chris Garver. I told Sam about my future travel plans last night and he asked “what are you going to get”? I said that I wasn’t quite sure but that I’m seriously thinking of having George W. Bush’s face tattooed on my ass, to which he supportively replied, “that’s a good idea…and you should have them place it strategically so that when you poop, it comes out of his mouth”.