By Jim Campbell
When my beautiful daughter at age 18 asked me if she could get a tattoo on our annual trek to Maui, I figured I’d attempt to get her to change her mind by saying cool let’s go down to the tat parlor and I’ll get one first.
I knew there would be some blood and pain but hey, I was on a mission, so I got a little quarter-inch quarter inch sharks tooth band around my ankle.
The following Christmas, she said to me, I already got my tattoo before you did. HA
Let’s hope for her sake she didn’t go with a lower back tattoo.