This is for Monica. She was IM’ing me all day about getting a tattoo with her in March after she completes the shamrock half marathon. She then proceeded to call me a wuss. When I told her I was not a wuss that I already had a tattoo on my back… she did not believe me. Believe me now Monica?

It goes up higher, but you don’t need to see all of that. It is an oak tree and the roots are an old man’s face. I got it when I was 24 when Todd and I lived with Todd’s best friend Cliff who is a Tattoo artist. His dog chewed up my running shoes and he did not have the money to replace them, so he tattooed my back instead. It took about 12 hours and it is not finished. I got married and pregnant, then pregnant again and I just have not gotten around to finishing it up. I will one day.

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