My post this evening was inspired by a beautifully written piece over on Doing It In Heels, a blog run by my wife. Here is the linkage:
http://www.doingitinheels.blogspot.com/
Anyhoo, this got me thinking about my own inky aspirations. Like my wife, I fully intend to express my love for my future children with a bit of tattoo-age. I feel doing so would be a spectacular daily reminder of how much I love these future children, even if they brought back some crazy plague with them from the future.
As the wife and I have decided on two children of the future, I want to rock a tat that will inspire both adoration and fear in these kids. My plan? I will tatoo my children's names on the back of my right shoulder, in order of oldest to youngest. Then, above them, I will tattoo a third name, and cross it out. That way, whenever those silver jumpsuit-wearing bastards of the future get out of line, I can lift up my shirt and point.
"Is this what you want? To end up like Jeffrey? Is it? Is it!?"
That ought to shut up the little SOB's.
By the way, I have no intention of adopting children from the future. I cannot and will not abide by toddlers who know how "Lost" ends before me.
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Silver jumpsuit-wearing bastards? How far in the future am I popping these kids out? You do know my eggs have a shelf life, right?
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