Only I…

…can go on Vacation, and get a tattoo at a place called MadDog Tattoos by a giant white guy named Zombie, who accuses me of making Alaskan Mating Calls while I’m actually wincing in pain, who has my name tattood on his right hand.

Seriously.

All that to say, here it is at last. Kevin’s memorial tattoo.

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CATripFP_ZombieTattoo

I love it. But it hurt. *L* Not too bad, he had a nice light touch, and held my foot down so there’s only ONE visible flinch. Can ya find it? Off to Pismo tomorrow. Hasta Pasta!

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