Thursday’s wakeup call with my girls goes less than well considering three of them spent hours yesterday getting their new tattoos. We spend most of the morning having all my girls get themselves comfortable considering where they got there tattoos and I’m a little sore but I’m used to it after last year and considering it’s a little lower than the rest I have Rachael pawing at my shorts every couple of minutes to look at it.

“Honey it’s not done and if you keep picking at it then it can’t heal,” I tell her getting a pouty face.

“You’re just mad because I am not getting one,” Rachael says mocking grumpy.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that her not getting her tattoo while here wasn’t a downer but I’m hoping to speak with Randy when we get back up at

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