If I had any thoughts about getting a tattoo - which I never did in the first place, but IF I did - they would have evaporated.
I exhausted all my adventurous spirit last weekend after subjecting my poor hair to the torture of straightening irons. It was heart-breaking to see that no matter how much I ironed it, there were still bits of curls defiantly poking out everywhere. I could almost hear them sing, "We shall overcome."
My body has a mind of its own.
