My hubby recently celebrated his sixtieth birthday. Yes, I’m married to a sexagenarian. Makes him sound like a pervert, doesn’t it? LOL. In our case, I think the pervert label fits me better than it does him, but I’ll never tell. I’m sure everyone sees it anyway. I’m the one with the ink, the pink …

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I spent my toddlerhood in frilly, girly dresses and panties with ruffled bottoms. Nervous disposition, sensitive stomach, the doctor told my mother I was ‘high strung’ or easily upset. My mother’s extreme lack of confidence and poor social skills likely contributed to my nerves and differences. I toughened up and grew into a tomboy, a …

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Tattoo number four has arrived. It’s kind-of how I felt when child number two arrived. I feel like this is the end. All of my tattoos are fairly small. This new one has the most ink, and it used the most colors. It took an hour and fifteen minutes to do, and I believe it …

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