My husband has several tattoos. I've never been a tattoo kind of gal. I never wanted one, and I never liked them on other people. But I fell in love with a guy covered in them. What can I say? Stranger things have happened, I'm sure.
Anyway, there is just one that I've never come to accept. On his forearm, there is a cartoonish woman in a slutty bright green getup. It's hideous for many reasons- the three most obvious being the tacky sexiness of the cartoon in the tiny outfit, the offense of the ugly shade of green, and the poor workmanship and quality of the illustration itself. People who think tattoos look good would not think this looks good. It's just horrible.
I've asked him to cover it up. I've begged him to cover it up. I've told him to cover it up. Nothing works. I hate that thing. I stand on his opposite side from it on purpose so I can't see it. I crop his arm out of photos. Hate it.
Last night, my 4 year old looked at my husband and said, "Dad, can I ask you a question?" My husband got a serious look on his face like he was preparing to explain the meaning of life. My son said, "Why do you have a Tinkerbell tattoo on your arm?"
I laughed until I peed in my pants. It's true. I literally peed a little. Pleeeease let this be the thing that convinces him to cover it!