About two weekends ago the BFF and I went back to Iowa for our hometown Summerfest party. It's a beer tent kind of weekend that we try and never miss. It's fun to see peeps from High School since neither of us live in the area. Let's be honest... we also go home because we both look way better now than we did back then so it's fun to flaunt it a bit. Yes, we are "those" girls.
On Saturday afternoon we had an appointment to FINALLY get the tattoos that we've been talking about for what seems like years!
About 13 years ago we both got our first tattoos together (I got a small sun on my right ankle, she got a different kind of sun on her back shoulder) and we decided it was time for some more ink.
So after a few beers for courage, I made the BFF go first and she did great! I on the other hand wanted to die. If she'd had been honest with me after she was done about how bad it hurt (I think she has a MUCH higher tolerance for pain), I'm not sure that I would have gone through with it.
Once I was done sweating like crazy and trying not to barf or cry, I realized it was 100% worth it. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it and I'm so proud of myself for actually doing it. Faith is my daughter's middle name and I really have had a lot of faith in my life. I am so in love with everything about it.
BFF will randomly send me a picture of hers (also on her wrist) with a text that says, "Hey... remember when we got these BAD ASS tattoos? We rock". That my friends, is good stuff.
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