So I reminded Melanie I’m getting my tattoo tomorrow and she goes crazy on me. Her crazy friend’s that she does ceramics with every month (yes, Stephanie, Stacy, and Randall, you’re all CrAzY!) filled her head with a curse that if I got Melanie’s name tattoo’d on me, it means we’ll end up divorcing.
As you can tell, I think her and her friend’s are all CrAZy, but I asked my cool cousin Cyrene to make the modifcations to take out Melanie’s name from her tattoo design. Both Cyrene and I laugh at the superstition, but I know Melanie’s happier now.
Here’s the tattoo that’s going onto my arm tomorrow!