Do you have one?

Today is National Tattoo Day.  I never felt the need to have a tattoo and now it is much too late.  I know what I'm talking about.  My uncle, the one who had been a cowboy out west among other things, was the only person I knew who had a tattoo when I was a child.  It was a really amazing tattoo of a hula dancer that ran the length of the inside of his arm from elbow to wrist.  When he flexed his muscles he could make his tattoo dance.  Sadly, as he got older, and scrawnier, it just didn't have the same effect.  
I have two adult children.  My son has never had a tattoo. Part of that goes back to a fear of needles from a childhood hospital stay.  My daughter, on the other hand, has several.  While I'm not thrilled with them, I did help her with one.  When she was married the first time she had her husband's first name tattooed on her left upper arm. Fortunately it was a short four-letter name.  After the divorce she decided to have it removed but found out that that would be an expensive, slow and painful process. so she asked me to design a tattoo to cover the original one.  I'm happy to say it worked very well.  Four fanciful flowers, in the same four colors as the letters of the name, covered the original tattoo thanks to my design and the skill of an excellent tattoo artist.  Her first husband had her name tattooed on his chest over his heart.  I've never heard what he did about that but I'm pretty sure his second wife made sure my daughter's name was no longer legible.  The moral of this story is think before you ink.