Rockin' the tatts

Bet you didn't know this about us. We're tattoo enthusiasts. In the suburbs. In argyle. During the week of our school book fair and parent/teacher conferences.

Last night Zach and I had to run up to school to pick something up. There were quite a few people coming and going. Many were looking at me out of the corner of their eyes, and sometimes I even looked back at them after we'd passed and found them staring at me. Zach and I just laughed. A lot.

As we were standing in the doorway talking to Zach's teacher, I finally said, "Don't you just love my new tattoos?" As I held my arms out to her, she could clearly see what she couldn't from a few feet away... They're just sleeves! She laughed out loud and said, "I was trying to process that... Thinking, 'I don't remember ever seeing the tattoos. Have I never seen her in short sleeves before?'"

We lingered around the kindergarten classrooms for a little while, looking at the art on the walls. Parents kept gawking and I kept smiling and offering friendly hellos. A friend spotted us and came over raving about them, asking where she could get some. One of Zach's other teachers overheard and erupted in laughter saying, "When I saw you earlier I thought, 'Wow! Zach's mom has some serious tattoos."

I do.