I got the Maggie one first. When I told her I was going to get it, she said “That’s very sweet, but I hope you don’t think I’m going to get a ‘Rich’ tattoo.”
I didn’t. Different styles, you know?
I also told her that I left room under the “Maggie” to write “left” if she ever took off.
Ha ha. Ha. Yikes!
The daisy, tulip and first four stars were next. The daisy is for my oldest boy (long story), the tulip for my daughter, and one star for each of us. When our youngest came along, I added the sunflower, and one more star.
I’m thinking about what to do next. I’ve got a six-month rule… I’ve got to want a tattoo for that long before I get it. That rule has saved me a bunch of times. After witnessing 9/11 first-hand in NYC, for example, I was going to get an enormous eagle across my back. Excellent thought, bad idea.
I realize that I have the least manly tattoos ever. A dove for the Holy Spirit on my right shoulder…. three flowers, a heart, and five stars…
…but that’s what makes me so damn hot. It takes a real man to sport a daisy.
Love to all: even you, 2005.