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I mentioned about halfway down Thursday’s post that I was planning to get my second tattoo the next day. My mother appears to be the only person who’s interested in whether or not I did or what it looks like—which is just slightly disconcerting, let me tell you—but the rest of you are stuck because I need a post, so here we go.
My first tattoo was a response to a lot of things going on at the time. While the text had long been planned and the font finally chosen, the decision to get it done right then and there was completely spontaneous. And I have no regrets.
But this one . . . this one was meticulously, ridiculously planned to the point that any mention of it was starting to seriously irritate both my husband and Watson.* Mostly I think because this tattoo I’ve been obsessing over…
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