We all know I have expressed the desire of getting "inked" in the past. I have even had artwork drawn up. In uniform, as long as the tattoos are not visible, I am allowed to have them. So, for my birthday, I decided "why, not?" and got a tasteful flower on my ankle. It is small, pink, and has vines reaching upward. I am surprised that it didn't hurt as bad as I had expected. And in case you were wondering, Dad...
April Fool's!
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