Tattooing my beautiful wife Leslie, that is who. 
Well, I finally broke down and gave my consent for a tattoo for my wife. The only tattoo artist I trust is doing the work--my baby brother, Jason Clay Dunn.
We are about half way there. Half the color is done, but according to my wife, she can
tolerate about
three hours worth of pain. I don't believe her. She has been married to me for a lot longer. The color is coming along great. Looks like one more sitting and we shall be done.
My brother never ceases to amaze me. His artwork is beautiful and he is so anal retentive about cleanliness and care. I have been in other tattoo shops through the years for various reasons and the level of professionalism Jason provides is above par. He is especially good with people who are squemish or have anxiety issues. Why could he not have been so even tempered while we were growing up. I have scars from being pelted with chess pieces.
I sat there as the supportive husband. Do I have a tattoo you might ask--HELL NO!!!! I am a wuss. I cry easily.
Here we are now. Next--the rest of the color.