Lately I have been feeling the need for another tattoo. Sharon would kill me if I defaced my body anymore, but.... a girl can dream right? I think it may have something to do with the gray days of Portland when I crave a little sunshine or color in my life. Sometimes I forget about Frida and her monkey adorning my body and I get a glimpse of it in a mirror or window and get so excited that it is actually there. So, I am not going to get another tattoo.....yet.