So any of you who know me in real life know that I'm a pretty laid back person. I was the kid who followed the rules (most of them anyway), didn't get into any real trouble, didn't really party much - that sorta thing. I don't like roller coasters, I don't like planes or flying, I tolerate boats on a "need be" basis (go ahead and laugh since our family in is the business of making high speed boats). I am far from a dare devil.
My daughter, however, is my polar opposite. If it's edgy, fun, or thrilling - she wants to do it. She turned 18 last week and has been begging for a tattoo. They were never really my thing. I admire them and some of them are beautiful. But it wasn't something I wanted to do. For the last year she kept asking for me to get a matching tattoo with her. Something that just her and I would have. She didn't care what it was, I could pick the entire thing. So I got to thinking, "why not?" Nobody would EVER expect me to get one.
Since my daughter is going into the nursing profession she has to be careful where she puts her tattoos. So we chose the feet.
And I can't say I wouldn't do it again.