If my H got a tattoo, I would immediately telephone my girlfriends and giggle about it--for HOURS. Many E-mails would pass back and forth about the tattoo: whole nights would be spent discussing it, and what it signified. Everyone at work would know about it. Sketches would be made to show exactly what it looked like, and where it was located. Everyone would contribute two cents' worth of scathing art criticism. Letters would be written to distant cousins and aunts. Members of H's family would be notified, very innocently: "Have you seen H's tattoo? I'm so worried that it's not healing properly."
Years from now, references would still be being made to it, causing side-splitting laughter and rolling on the floor.
But if YOU got a tattoo, it would rock.
Do you think you should call your next thread, "Montana Knights"?
