New Ink

So, apparently I have started a tradition. Valentines means tattoos. I am cool with this tradition.
I went with a friend to get her tattoo. I for some reason thought I could resist.
I was just supposed to be babysitting the munchkin. And then I saw it on the wall flash.
It's perfect. I'm glad I rethought the location. It's so perfect. It means "Life & Death".

On the bad part, I think mom is pissed at me because yes, I lack fundage, but...come on. 100 bucks, lasts forever. that's the best value you can get! :P

Dad was actually not grumbly, which was...odd.

I think mom and dad switched bodies. lol.

Procedure wise? Not bad at all. Outline was kinda owie (but i also have some freckles up there...so...ow) but fill in was amazing. I was so high on endorphins by that point that I was just ...squee-able.
Post-procedure pain? Something I never noticed because of the location of my other tats...It's *just* like a day old sunburn, with that stiff, stingy, feeling. So v. cool :) I even slept on it last night and was fine.

Cool, huh? This is what I got last year--> This year was a much better experience since I was at *my* tattoo artist, not getting butchered by some apprentice.