My boy turned 18 on Thursday and wanted a tattoo for his birthday. He wanted a wolf on his back in honor of his late grandmother who had a wolf on her arm. Here it is.
I’ve always wanted one too, so yesterday we had mommy/son day at the tattoo parlor.
I got my family crest on my back. I’m technically not allowed to have it because it’s passed down through male heirs. Oh well, they can argue with me about it if they want to.
All I have to say is It Hurt Like A Bitch. What’s up with people getting more and more and more. I don’t think I ever want another tattoo. Uugghh. But, I’m glad I have this one. 🙂