Tat tat tat.

So, the 13th I went to get my tattoo. I was hoping that the Nealy-boy would come with, but he had work/plans. But my neighbor-boy was able to come, and we went as a tat-tuo. It was very cool really, although I was a bit humiliated at first-taking off my top. I'm not sure why, maybe it was the lighting, or the fact that my bra was lace and see-through. But mostly it was the smelly tattoo artist, and the numerous gross, fat and disgusting clients who kept passing by, catching glimpse's of my cleavage. Now, the Tatch and I have tats with meaning, and future plans for another Kate n' Tatch tattooing.