In May my dear friend, Michelle, came up to visit for the weekend and we got tattoos. She got a laurel wreath around the Greek numerals for 13.1 miles to commemorate her first half marathon. Yes, she does half marathons, and Warrior Dash, and triathlons, and she's a smoker.
she makes me feel like a lazy ass, but she is incredible and inspiring, and I could probably do those things too, if I got up and out and did them, but I don't... Anyway. She got a beautiful, simple,
elegant, and totally significant sign of achievement and I got...a
spastic, pink haired, green polk-a-doted, electrocuted looking unicorn, with a gold tooth.
It is silly, and weird, and wonderful, and nothing less than exactly what I wanted.
It took no time at all, hurt less than I expected for the underarm, and makes my day better each time I see it.
I could not have asked for more.