Saturday night, the kids were hanging with my mom. Jake and I went to eat oysters, then, went to hang with good friends.
I wasn’t feeling great. I was suffering the lingering effects of a domestic dispute (no pun intended, Allie!) I’d had with a box of wine, the night before. A conniving little bitch, that Crisp White Zen, is. She got loud, and rowdy, and we had a fight. It was ugly. I threatened to leave her, and never see her again. She apologized, and seemed sincere. She doesn’t normally treat me like that. I will likely forgive her. I just can’t quit her!
I’d decided that my vice for the night would be to get the new tattoo that I’d wanted.
When I’m in school, and later working, I figure that I won’t be able to wear my wedding ring, due to the constant hand washing and glove wearing. I didn’t want to put my ring on a chain. I would worry that it’d fall off. I have bad luck with valuable necklaces.
The obvious solution to this non-problem, for a tattoo lover, is a finger tattoo. I added another to my collection…
I asked Jake to pick the symbol, or design for it. Just for fun. His first idea was to tattoo, “EL TORO,” on my finger. The Bull, en espanol…for the first part of our last name. I thought it was hilarious, and genius, and damn-near went through with it. But, I came to my senses and figured that a finger tat isn’t very “professional,” and one that says “EL TORO,” is straight up gangster!!! And a gangster, I am not!!
I love it.