For about .5 seconds in high school I decided that I wanted a tattoo. A pretty anklet of ivy leaves. Until I came to my senses and remembered that tattoos are ink shoved into the skin with NEEDLES! Those needles would also be very close to my BONES because my ankles were kinda skinny. I'm not a fan of needles and would probably DIE if I was diagnosed as diabetic and had to give myself insulin shots. Paper cuts make me queasy and the thought of tiny little needles hitting my skin over and over threatened to bring up all the food I'd eaten since I was, oh...about 2 years old. I gave up on the ankle greenery.
Then somewhere in my mid-twenties I considered a cute Tinkerbell tattoo maybe on my shoulder. Then a little scene played in my head that went something like this:
"Gramma what is that wrinkly bird thing on your shoulder?"
And for the life of me I couldn't even think of one thing to say to convince the future grandchild that the thing on my shoulder wasn't a shriveled up dead bird. Or why it was ever a good idea to permanently put a cartoon character on my skin. Also, I never questioned why a grandchild would be looking at my naked shoulder, but whatever.
I've seen more episodes of LA INK than any 40-something year old person should admit to. Nobody on that show ever throws up or cries. Maybe a tiny anklet of some sort would be cute. I'll definitely stay away from anything that is unidentifiable at any stage of my life or anything that looks like a dried up, dead bug or other critter.
Since my ankles are fatter it shouldn't hurt so much, right?
If I come up with something I'll let you know.