that I reaveal my little tattoo.

There. Now you can experience the thrill with me. In real life, meaning not here, it’s about the size of a large quarter (Some super sarcastic friends have pointed out you may not know what kind of quarter…quarter bag? Quarter horse? This is a quarter you’d put in a bubble gum machine, but a bit bigger than that, not quite as big as a 50 cent piece). Now see, that’s not bad at all. Sorry, Mom, for posting my bum. You can’t tell it’s my bum. Unless I say it is. Which, I just did. So again, sorry, Mom.