My mom HATES tattoos. I was going to get one my second semester at Lee, and called her from the tattoo shop. Her exact response was:
"Jennifer Leigh, you have exactly five seconds to get out of that chair and forget about the idea of a tattoo or I will cut you off financially."
So, I got down, because I was broke and scared of my mom. (There was an incident in high school where I lied to her and she slammed me up against a wall.) P.S.... my mom is not violent normally. :) Anywhoo... my desire for a tattoo has never wavered, but my fear and respect for my Mom is the thing that prevails. She would get over it I'm sure, but she would be SOOOOOOOOOO disappointed in me. And the the last thing I would want to do it hurt her intentionally.
This weekend in Gatlinburg, I got a Henna tattoo. With my friends standing around me, I called my mom on speakerphone. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Mom, I got a tattoo.
Mom: (Stern tone) What?
Me: I got a tattoo.
Me: Mom, are you still there? I'm just kidding. I got a Henna tattoo... it'll wash off in a few weeks.
Mom: I don't care what your little twinkie friends do to their bodies, but the well will run dry, Sister. Do you understand me?
Maybe I'll get a tattoo when I'm married.
Clay at Noefool.com put up a post on Monday about tattoos. The comments he's received have been hilarious!!
What are your thoughts on tattoos??
** To clear up any confusion, my mother does not financially support me in any way, shape, or fashion.**