Today is our wedding anniversary. For four years Ryan has been putting up with my shit. He deserves a present. A really great present. Something that tells him just how much I love him, and how lucky I feel to be married to him. Of course, the traditional gift suggested for a fourth anniversary is "fruit or flowers" but I don't think a hydrangea or an apple will adequately express my feelings. No, I need to make a grand gesture, and so, after work today, I am going out and getting this tattoo.
Isn't it perfect? I know, it is. I don't think I am going to get it on my back though. I mean, first of all, tramp stamps are trashy, and second of all, I want it in a location where all the world can see it and know about my pink dancing unicorn love. So I'm putting it on my chest.
I love you, Ryan.
7 comments:
If you really want to impress him, you should just get tattoos like this of Invisible Pink Unicorns right on your forehead.
Happy Anniversary!
When we got married I told Jason that on our 10th he could get a prostitute. Well, #10 is coming up and wouldn't you know it- the guy who can't remember from day to day where his sunglasses are (or belt, or remote, or..), suddenly recalls that promise. Although, with our diminishing finances I'd hate to see what he could afford- either a really hairy, fat chic or a pretty teen-aged boy with nice legs. It's a tough call.
Pink dancing unicorn love = priceless.
Lib, sometimes you just scream CLASS (then the neighbors call the cops & you get another disturbing the peace ticket).
Make us proud.
Maybe you should get FOUR pink dancing unicorns, one for each year that he stuck it out with you.
How did you get that picture of my back?
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