When I first left Charleston and returned to Michigan, I thought a lot about getting a tatoo.  I don;t have any tatoos.  It’s something I have thought about off and on for years but there have been a few mitigating factors holding me back:  could I stomach the pain of a giant needle cutting beneath my skin?  Was there any piece of art or words I was willing to attach to my skin, possibly forever?  Is there any tatoo…er I could trust either artistically or hygenically?

For these reasons, I have never “gotten ink” but I have considered it.  I thought about getting a picture of The Boy after I came home.  I’ve had a few other ideas over the years but nothing really made me want to make such a long-term cosmetic commitment.  A few days ago, the STBX posted the picture below the her Facebook page and made me decide, once and for all that I would never put ink to my skin:

The part that has been sprayed over in crappy MS Paint actually spells out The Boy’s name.  I covered that for obvious reasons.  Now, I’ve heard the expression “Quiet as it’s kept” before but never really understood what it meant.  Thanks to Sis, and Urban Dictionary.com I can now glean this meaning from it:

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