I got a tattoo. I've been thinking about it for years, and finally I went ahead and did it.
While trying to decide what to get, I came to the conclusion I really liked the idea of an angel on my shoulder. However, I wasn't sure that some sissy in a pastel robe would be of much good to me, so I now have the Archangel Michael on my left shoulderblade.
I knew I had married the right man when I told him what I was going to do and he said, "With a flaming sword and everything?"
