So we were sitting around drinking coffee, kids eating their stock pile of candy, grownups too, and I hear; "Let's get brother tattoo's" which came from my husband. Oh Momma Kear, I hope you don't think I influenced your son to tattoo both his arms. Yes when I met him he had virgin skin, though he is a scared up. But unlike most people he thought about what he wanted and what the tatt's meant to him. A tribute to the good and the bad. So back to the day at hand. I started to to ooze sarcasm, things like getting initials, hearts, pretty flowers. And then Davy turned the tables and reminded me of his friend Tim. Him and his brother got matching tattoo's and Tim passed away not too long after that. Since we are moving so far away for who knows how long it was a good idea. Mike (I think) had been thinking about getting another one had some ideas. So off they went. Oklahoma just caught up with this century and legalized tattooing. Stillwater was their best bet. And up above is the finished product.
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Gosh, I look seriously angry or something. Maybe that's my tough guy look. We do look like we could whip a bar room full of hell's angels though.
...or maybe not...
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