Mr. Q is not thrilled with my tattoo. It’s not the tattoo itself that bothers him – he’s just not thrilled with the idea of tattoos in general, but he’s at peace with [or perhaps in denial over] the one that I have and the fact that I want more. I’ve been prepping him for the idea that I want additions to my back: bringing it up regularly, watching LA Ink and Miami Ink, discussing it with my sister on speaker phone and pointing out the place I want to go every time we drive by it.
And, on occasion, harassing him about getting one of his own. Perhaps a dragon on his arm. Or his own version of a magpie. He suggested a big O on his chest [we never got around to psychoanalyzing that one…] and then quickly backpedaled. He had changed his mind.
He wants a crop circle in his chest hair.
I think I’ll phone around and see if I can find any laser hair removal places willing to do it.