My wife just came back from a visit to Central Florida because she said she "needed a break" -- even though she is on leave from work as a defense attorney because of some ethics investigation and because she's running for office against the District Attorney who has been the bane of her existence since she started defending the high-profile people he prosecutes.
To my surprise -- well, nothing surprises me anymore, really -- I was watching her wash some dishes last night in a tank top and there was a big tattoo on the back of her shoulder -- what looks like a vixen biker chick wrapped around a Christian T-shaped cross with a dagger-like bottom to it. The vixen had a sultry, erotic look on her face. The tattoo was also quite red and fresh.
I rarely curse, but blurted out, "What the f___ is that?"
"Oh," she said coyly. "Ma and me were at the county fair and thought it would be cute to get tattoos. She got a Deadhead bear. I've always wanted one. Don't worry. No one will see."
She always wanted one? I don't recall her ever saying that. In fact, she used to say when some tatted up dude would walk by at the beach, "I guess he spent his rent money on that. Wonder what it will look like in 10 years?"
Being an artist myself, I'd often agree with her as to the lack of merit most tattoos seem to have as far as making a statement.
But there she was, washing dishes, with her four-month-old pregnant belly pushing against the sink, with a big tattoo, all swollen looking.
(Before you wonder about the health of the baby, it's more than likely not mine -- we were broken up for a bit when it was revealed she was having an affair with a tatted up guy called Timdawg.)
In any case, she's 40. Our relationship hasn't been so great since she moved back in with the kids and me and decided to run for office.
Does getting a tattoo midlife mean that she could be ready to tramp it up -- again?
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