got a tattoo. Sister B has had one forever. It's a gross looking, super dark hibiscus (sp?) on the small of her back - yes, tramp stamp. I have no idea what her pregnancies has done to it. I can't imagine anything good.
Sister A got hers around her ankle bone and it's a peace sign, heart and a purple pancreatic cancer ribbon thing.
I told H, "I guess I'll be the one without a tattoo."
I didn't say anything, but I think it is stupid. Also, I think it is incredibly ironic that *I* am the one without a tattoo. My sisters are much more conventional and main stream than I am. MinM = black sheep. And I guess in this case that means pale, unaltered flesh.