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!

Party time.

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.