My second tattoo....and again, I'll say my last one.

I don't like it.  But after years of Andi asking me to do it, I finally got a Momma Bear tattoo, matching hers.  Now, when I say I don't like it, I don't mean the tattoo.  I mean the process of getting it.  I will never understand people who enjoy getting them or say they fall asleep.  Not me.  It hurts like hell every second. 

Gwen and Vicki were quite happy to watch my pain since I've watched both of them get one.