Well, that was strange. When I came home with the tattoo, Mum took one look at it and told me not to call her when the arm had to come off because of the tattoo being poisoned. Well, 2 weeks back was a friend's birthday, and Mum took her to get a tattoo. It was her 40th birthday and she'd always wanted one, and had only just gotten up the guts. Personally, I think me getting one made it easier for her.
Well damned if Mum didn't pull a 180 over that. This weekend she asked me what I wanted for christmas. I said the usual "Left alone". Then she hit's me with "How about your next tattoo?" She's gone from "Don't call me" to "I'll pay for your next one" in under 6 months.
I'm looking for the other pods.