Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Number 9/11.

You can tattoo Katie till she she's swollen and sore,
but she doesn't get any less loud.
She did so good, kids.
Really.
7 hours.
We beat up her hip bone,
and pissed off some stretch marks,
but she sat so well the whole time.

The tattoo expanded, with the help of a Sharpie,
once we put the stencil on her thigh/hip.
But she asked for it,
and I delivered.
7 hours is the longest sit so far,
(even if just by a little)
but I still have two left to go.
Tomorrow is Camden, who moved to Denver,
and hasn't gotten beat up for a while.
And then Matt is on the 11th.
Only two left!
Crazy.


























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