So I have this obsession with tattoos. Surprisingly (or not), I don’t have any, but I think about them a lot. What I would get, where I would get one, etc. I also love to see other people’s tattoos. Absolutely love.
Anyway, because I don’t have any (the permanent thing scares the bejesus out of me) I try to fulfill that need with temporary tattoos. When I was at the Clubsport 5k a few weeks ago, they had a big pile of temporary tattoos.
After winning a water bottle and smoothie I asked if I could have some tattoos. I was pretty excited so the lady gave me a whole stack!
And so yesterday I decided to try the bad boys out.
I don’t really understand which way to put the tattoo…is it supposed to be upright for me or for someone looking at it? Hmm.
Then I decided to go balls to the wall and put one on Mike Tyson style.
I always joke about getting a face tat so I thought I should try it out.
Then I thought I’d take it a step further and try a neck tattoo:
I stopped at four. I didn’t want to look like a crazy person, ya know?
Oops, too late.
After applying all those tattoos, I decided to go run some errands. First up, Target. I had to make a return and thought it would be fun.
I tried to act completely normal.
The cashier seemed a bit confused, but I don’t know if that was because of my face tattoo or because G was taking 142 pictures of me.
And then we went to Circle K.
Unfortunately, no one said anything to me. Very sad.
So I came home and put one on G.
The temp tattoo doesn’t work as well on his skin, but he feels way sexier now (if that’s even possible).
I am still sporting four tattoos this morning…maybe I should go into work today.