tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065816.post1444531603674182166..comments2023-08-09T04:53:47.459-05:00Comments on Driving Miss Dallas: When the time is rightMiss Dallashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16831133768123027451noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065816.post-37633764008211027842009-09-17T09:49:48.246-05:002009-09-17T09:49:48.246-05:00When I showed my mom my tattoo (my junior or senio...When I showed my mom my tattoo (my junior or senior year in college?) she cried. Seriously, she cried. My tattoo is like half an inch high and maybe two inches wide on the inside of my left wrist. It is in Hebrew. Anyway, she cried. And then my punishment was that I had to be the one to call my dad and tell him. He didn't talk to me for like a month. <br />Then, the next time I went home, he wasn't really talking to me. Me and my dad were sitting in the living room, not talking. So my mom came up to me and picked up my wrist and kissed my tattoo. And she said, "Bob, it's a part of her now. We have to love it." <br />And then we all laughed so hard. So, the end. I understand your mom's reaction! And I felt the same way when I made my mom cry!daniellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08947165860090623195noreply@blogger.com