It’s Wednesday afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk and I have a butterflies in my tummy. My hands are shaky and I get this silly nervous smile on my face when someone asks me how I’m feeling. You see folks in a few short hours I will be getting my much ancipated tattoo. I’ve already played around with at least 10 different excuses of how I’m going to get out of this appointment. It needs to look like a valid excuse so people don’t think I’m a big baby. Well unfortunately all my excuses are bland, boring and won’t hold water so I’m going to have to go through with it. I know if I don’t do this the only person who would be let down the most, would be me at the end of the day. So I’m putting on my big girl panties and at 4:00 pm on the dot I’m driving to my appointment.
To be continued….