Tattoo You

“Go ahead and get that tattoo,” I growled. “It will make you easier to identify when they come for you!”

Then I woke up.

It was the only thing I remember from my extensive epic dreams of last night.

My girls have been going through an intense Hunger Games / Maze Runner / The Giver / The Fifth Wave phase. You know, all those angsty drab-washed teen dystopia movies.

And I’ve been listening in on them watching a little too much …

[On an unrelated-except-to-the-post-title note, though I am not a big Rolling Stones fan and never was, I figured out the chords to “Start Me Up,” possibly the most personally annoying tune of all time for me, and have not been able to stop playing it on my acoustic … argh!]