Quick like band-aid
This past Saturday I went with my friend, Cece, to her Dressage lesson. She’s been really progressing, but both she and her instructor felt like it would be beneficial for her to see a replay of her lesson. Enter me… the videographer. Honestly, this post really isn’t about dressage… The lesson was good, and I think Cece did a phenomenal job of staying on the horse; this is something that I’m sure I would have trouble with myself.
After the lesson she offered to take me to lunch as a “thank you” for videoing the lesson. We decided to go into Leesburg for Fireworks. Since we were in town, we decided to ask my mother to come along. I should mention that usually it’s not the three of us… Usually, it’s just me and Cece.
Lunch was good, and afterwards we had discussed that rather than have Cece take me home, she could just drop me off at Mom’s house and I’d pick up my car that I’d left there the previous evening. Except that she forgot! So she was driving like she was headed back to the Western end of the County where Cece and I both live and we had to say, “Wait!! Don’t forget you’re taking us both back to Mom’s!!” Oh right… So, we said that from here it’s easiest to turn onto Wirt Street to head to Mom’s.
We’re driving up Wirt Street and Cece is chatting and all of a sudden says, “Oh look! There’s a tattoo parlor!! Is that where you got your other tattoo?” /*silence*/ “I mean… your first tattoo…. I mean….”
She had completely forgotten that my mother was in the backseat and had completely forgotten that we had discussed how my mom failed to read my “I’m so sorry I got a 2nd tattoo” blog post. So there it was… out there in the open. Cece was horrified!
At first no one said anything. And then my mom asked “THE” question…
“Did you get another tattoo.”
To which I could only respond yes… since I’m not in the habit of flat out lying to my parents.
And then Cece started back peddling… saying how it’s just NOTHING compared to the first one… All I could do was laugh. All Cece could do was apologize and say that I’ll never tell her anything again. And all my mother could do was shake her head and say, “We just won’t tell you father about this…”
She did say that she wasn’t mad or upset. But she did say she would be upset if I ever decided to get sleeves done. Cece was impressed that my mother, the tattoo-hating-Queen, knew what sleeves were.
I’m actually kind of glad the cat’s out of the bag.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Sorry. But that was utterly classic.
It was classic, wasn’t it? I’m still tickled to death that it happened. Cece feels awful, but I’m just totally amused. I’d probably be less amused if Mom had a fit about it, but she was just like… well… what’s done is done and you’re an adult so whatever. Can’t say she was thrilled… but not I’m-so-mad-I’m-cutting-you-out-of-the-will mad.
That’s awesome. You know what? It’s no big deal. And you don’t have to hide them!
My parents still don’t know about my last 2 tattoos, and they are BIG compared to the first two. I’m just waiting for the day …