well,
I have thought about doing this for a long time now, but I wanted to wait for a good time - a special occasion.
and now, the time is upon me.
on Sunday, I will become old:
I will say goodbye to my twenties by getting a tattoo.
It will be on the back of my neck. at the hair line.
Are there any words of wisdom you can share with me?
Yes, one little tip: unless you’re sure your audience is mostly about your age, don’t refer to thirty as old.
I’ll be weeping in the corner over there---->
Signed, Really Friggin’ Ancient By Your Standards.
(grabs ** LifeOnWry**'s hand.)
(pulls away from that corner over there —>)
there there
(pats hand nicely)
I’m just teasing about the old bit.
(takes hanky and dabs cheek)
truly, age is a number.
I have pals from ages 12- 76.
I can just take a little humor about myself (and the situation) is all.
(promises you the biggest slice of cake. a corner piece even).
<takes hankie and blows vociferously>
Thank you. I’m better now. And happy early birthday.
30 ain’t old, sister! I turned 37 a couple of months ago, and let me tell ya, I am loving being me. I have a better sense of myself and am more comfortable with every aspect of my self. I may not have the flat tummy I had when I was 20, but I am far more fabulous than I was then. Happy birthday in advance!
Good news, Bad News! Happy 30th! Now you are old enough that think you’re cute won’t seem so creepy to me! (I use the “old enough to be her father” cutoff)
:eek:
No way. No freaking way.
Just about the age part of course. The fabulous part is absolutely true.
And, all amazement aside, happy birthday, BNB. I’m sure you’re fabulous, too 
30?
Bah. Infant.
Happy Birthday!
[Geobabe is 37?? No way I would have guessed that from the People Pages!]
To quote Dave Barry: I am not making this up. July 15, 1964. If only I could bottle and sell the Geobabe Elixir of Eternal Fabulousness[sup]tm[/sup], I’d be lying on the beach in the Bahamas right about now.
(Jeez, I’m hijacking everybody’s threads these days. Sorry 'bout that.)
As a sorta-related aside, when my baby sister turned 30, she got her first tattoo. She decided to get on for every even-numbered age in her 30s. This year she got her 4th. She claims her 5th will be her last.
Anyway, happy birthday!
what happened to wearing purple?
happy bday.
Words of wisdom? My friend Coop just had her tattoo removed this summer, from that same location.
It’s a shame really, because the dolphins looked nice.
Ask to see their autoclave.
Look for a design that is either value-neutral or that is open to interpretation – so you’re not required to feel the same way about the tatoo for the rest of your life.
Consider that your hairstyle may change as you go from “old” to “really ancient” (i.e., 40, like me. Now help me out of the walker so I can change my adult diaper).
I never though about this before, but ask the tatooist if he can put on the flash (transfer) and let you come back a week later for the tatoo. That way you’ll have a week to get used to the idea of the tatoo before you commit.
Promise us this won’t lead to a circus gig as
“Bad News Baboon, the Tatooed Lady.”
It’s never too early to think about AARP.
Chrome, it’s on the back of her neck. She doesn’t have to feel any way at all about it. It’s not like she has to look at it every day. (I think it should say “Turn Me Over”. Ha! I kill me!)
A tattoo you never see… Hmmm… Pet Rock-esque?
Maybe when I turn 30, I’ll get me one of them tattoos. Oops, too late. Maybe 40.
-Rue.