So, I told my husband I wanted a tattoo for my 25th since I'll officially be a quarter of a century and, therefore, a dinosaur. He said yes because, tbh, the past few years we haven't really done anything for my birthday except get the kid out of the house so I could have some quiet time. Don't get me wrong; that's always awesome and relaxing, but tattoos are pretty much my favorite thing in the world in regards to possessions.
I decided to finally get my knuckles tattooed! Even though my birthday isn't until 7/3 we went ahead and went for the soonest available appointment since I'm super impatient, and we went in on 6/26. Sweeney over at Fleet Street Tattoos did a lovely job and I had a lot of fun gossiping with her while she worked her magic.( My new tattoo! )