One of the highlights of the end of summer swim season finals is the creation of the fish tattoos on the kids' backs or shoulders. This year, I spaced out and because The Boy was away at Flaming Gorge the week prior to the meet, I didn't contact our darling friend, Bill H, who has always drawn the killer fish tatts for us.
The Boy asked Friday afternoon if I'd contacted Bill about setting up a tattoo appointment. DOH! I forgot. I called and left a really lame, and pathetic sounding, voice mail at his home. I didn't expect to connect with him before we had to leave early the next morning for the swim meet.
But, bless his heart, he called me back at just after 6 AM Saturday morning. He said he was getting up to go on a bike ride and could run down to the house for us if we still wanted. Aw, man. He is so good to us. But when I couldn't get a hold of him the night before, The Girl took it upon herself to draw something mean and fishy on The Boy's back.
And so she did. Not too bad for a tatt made from Sharpie pens?
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So cool! That's one talented girl you've got!
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