Okay, so I've had questions from several of you wanting to know the story behind my tatoo. No story, really.
I was just in one of my moods. You know what I'm talkin' about.
You wake up one morning and you just feel ...um, I don't know....restless, I guess.
No, rebellious is probably a better word.
Anyway, there I was layin' in bed, contemplating my fate of having to get up, don a suit, and spend the whole day showing houses. Did I mention that I spent 7 years as a realtor? Booorrinngg.
So, after waiting for about an hour and a half and being stood up by no-show clients I thought, "Hmm, ya know Kathie old girl, this career is just not for you." Right then and there I did a u-turn, parked my Mercedes in the drive, slapped a For Sale sign on it, slipped out of my suit into a pair of boots and jeans, grabbed the keys to the red Chevy pickup and went for a long drive.
As I am singing along to Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman" blasting from the stereo, I see a tatoo parlor. Suddenly a light bulb comes on!
"I know! I think I'll get a tatoo!"
So, $50 and 15 minutes later THIS is what I have to show for that one rebellious action.