Onward Hoe!

So there's been some speculation and, I think, a little worry about the tattoo of Clay Aiken I mentioned in my previous post. Obviously it would have to be somewhere on my body that isn't, shall we say, flaunted. Megan and I were discussing how funny it would be if I really did have one on my hiney and how traumatic it would be for my husband, who wouldn't discover it until our wedding night. But then we thought about how many hours of enjoyment we would spend making it sing. I mean, that's got to be "Claymation" at its finest, don't you think?

For the record, I know I came back from NY with a couple of extra holes (one put deliberately in my nose and others due to shaving mishaps and the like), but just to put all minds at ease, there are no tattoos of any famous personages anywhere on my body. But it's a dang funny idea.