The Tale of the Strapless Bra - How my Mom found out about my first tattoo.
When I was 19, I got my first tattoo. It is an Egyptian Ankh (for reference, the image BEHIND the strapless bra). My friend Jen and I went together. She already had a tattoo, wanted another, and I had always wanted one. So, why the hell not? We got in the car and went to Owensboro. Now, by this point, if you've been following my blog, you know that my Dad had my car tracked with a lojack system (something that I suspected, but was never quite sure of). I suspect the lojack was why I never really had a curfew (I was always very respectful, though, calling and letting him know I was okay no matter where I was - sometimes I'd say I was in Indianapolis when I was really in Nashville, which you'd think my Dad would be happier that I was only an hour and a half from home instead of 3 hours away, but yeah... I have to laugh thinking about my youthful wanderlust.). Also, Owensboro was just a short 30 minute drive from my Dad's ho...