Not that I don't have ink placed on my body. I don't. But I don't "get" tattoos. I don't understand them. That's what I mean when I say I don't "get" tattoos. They don't make sense to me.
To me, the human body is a wonderful thing. It doesn't make sense to me to discolor it.
Oh, I'm all for nice clothing and pretty jewelry. But a permanent discoloration of an area of the body? I just don't get it.
There are family members that wear ink. My brother-in-law was in the Navy and served in Vietnam. He wears a tattoo. Something Navy folks do. Army, too. Lots of folks I served with in the Army had tattoos.
Snuffie, who comments here on occasion ... and just happens to be the mother of two of my grandchildren ... also has tattoos. The grandchildren's names are among them. So, I got no problem at all with the content of her tattoos. I just don't understand getting a tattoo.
So please don't misunderstand me when I say I don't "get" tattoos. But I don't. I just don't understand it. And I don't mean to pick on anyone with a tattoo.
On the other hand, maybe I will.
I really don't understand the craze in "lower back" tattoos. You know the ones. Right above the crack of the ass, visible when the shirt creeps up.
Some are pictures of butterflies or other cutsie things. Some are emblems or something. And some words. Or designs that look sort of like words.
So, the Wife and I were wondering about those tattoos. You see we were sitting in a Subway restaurant when a young girl came in sporting an ass tattoo. Or lower back tattoo. Whatever they're called.
We wondered if it was a design. Or pictures. Or words. And the thought of words got us being silly and giggling.
Thinking about what the words on a tattoo just above the crack of the ass might say.
- This end up.
- No entry.
- Must be this tall to ride.
- Exit only.
- Open other end.
- If you can read this, you are too close.
So, how about you. You have any other ideas on what a tattoo in that location might say?