Tattoos and small towns

Today was a corker. First I had to travel for 3/4 of an hour to a small town to see 2 clients YAWN and then I decided that today was the day for my new tattoo.
I'd been waiting since R was born to get a tattoo of his name. Now with 3 I decided that their names were too much and settled on their first initial. Here's a sneak peak, fresh on the skin.

Its looking a little red and raised still but its ok. I was a little nervous about getting it done cause I havent had a tatt since 2001... I was thinking ok, does this hurt cause I remember thinking it didnt hurt much... but my memory might be stuffing me up? I lay there, aprehensive, listening to the needle working and then she started and I was like ok, this is fine, annoying but not painful. And she's wiping it and going again and I'm drifting off thinking of work and the kids and stuff, and shes wiping again and its all over! WT? I said "oh, is that it?" (DER) lol. Can't wait for the next one now. I'm getting a tiny blue butterfly hovering over the top of the gap between the J and the R and thats for Chloe and Isaiah.. flying free.

Anyway, off for tonight...

ciao!