While My Darling B and I were waiting in line last Sunday to buy tickets for the Great Taste of the Midwest, we shuffled past Steve’s Tattoo Shop on Willy Street. Whenever two people walk past a tattoo shop, one of them has to ask the other if he wants to get a tattoo. It’s in our DNA, I’m sure of it. So I wasn’t surprised at all to overhear this conversation behind us:

“You want to get a tattoo?”

“If I did, it would be Calvin on one butt cheek, Hobbes on the other, throwing snowballs at each other.”

What did surprise me was that this was the first tattoo I’d ever heard of that I’d want to have.