tattoos & house painting

No, my ass is not this big nor am I as bloated as I look in this picture. It's the angle, I swear. I was cruising the home computer last night while downloading music and found this picture. I could beat my husband with a wet paintbrush, I swear. I thought he was kidding at the time about taking this picture. When he sent me the slides of all the pics taken of painting this room-amazingly enough this one wasn't in there! And people wonder why I don't believe in filming/snapping pics of personal sexual acts. Folks, that shit WILL come back to haunt you! Just look at the prime examples out there: Paris hilton, Pam Anderson, Brett Micheals. All together now: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. At the time, Jeff said that he wanted a pic of one of my tattoos. I rolled my eyes & said "honey, I'm painting your bedroom, do you mind?" Obviously he didn't did he? So I droppd my drawers a little so to speak & this is what you get! Now that I've upset my uncle who sometimes reads this blog & made a couple of my more inhibited friends squirm over the idea of the amount of time spent having needles actually touch my skin to create this lifelong work of art on me.....there. Never thought you'd see it huh Macey? One of these days I'll get around to getting another one. I'm unbalanced so to speak (no not crazy!)as it is with the ones I have. And actually, once you start collecting them, it becomes like an itch to get more. I've been good so far but I think I'll treat myself in a few months. I've got a change jar sitting on my dresser labeled "tattoo" and it's slowly growing. he he he he he.