Grumpy Tats

I hope no one gets offended or thinks ill of me after reading today’s blog.

I never wanted a tattoo until today. Now I am considering getting one.

A traffic jam in Thomaston, Georgia, is waiting for two or three cars to pass. In Newnan, getting through a traffic light means waiting through three or four light cycles. Ronald and I were doing our usual ‘I’m from the sticks, where did all these cars come from?’ grumpy routine.

Then, at that fatal moment, I saw my future tattoo!

The sign on a back of a vehicle read, Thou Shalt Not Try Me! Mood 24:7. At that point, I guffawed. The grumps were gone! In place of the grumps, visions of beautiful tattoos in elegant fonts swirled through my creative mind!

Since we are often asked to wear the blinkin’ Covid masks, I suggested tattooing my forehead to make sure the phrase could always be seen. It would be a choice but might distract from my gorgeously gaudy earrings.

Since I often volunteer to help Ronald express displeasure when driving in Atlanta traffic, we batted around the efficacies of a palm tattoo or a tattoo on the back of my fist.

We finally decided tattooing the phrase along my “Chicago hello” finger would be the funniest placement.

Of course, I’m being silly. I won’t get a tattoo, but Ronald and I did forget our grumpiness in the process of the ridiculous debate. I hope you get a laugh as well!

Proverbs 17:22 says, A merry heart doth good like a medicine. The old man and I had an overdose!

Blessings

KB