Oh boy....

Have you ever done something stupid? Like really stupid and then immediately regretted it, but you still had a chance to stop it, but you couldn't because you already said you would and if you don't have your word to go on then really, what do you have? Yep, that kind of stupid.

I have and did and I'm going to tell you all about it.

At the tender, naive age of 25 I decided that I would like a tattoo. But not just any tattoo. This one would be special. It would be meaningful. It would be the only one I'd ever get. Then I tucked the idea in the back of my mind and decided that if I still wanted said tattoo when I turned 30 I'd go ahead and get it. I turned 30, I wanted it so I got it. No regrets there. As an aside, I have to thank Muffin for hooking me up with his friend the tattoo guy who did an amazing job.

In the days leading up to the tattoo, the boys tried to freak me out about the whole thing. The spot I chose was going to hurt more than anything else ever... It was going to bleed all over the place... It was going to be sore and more itchy than I'd ever experienced... On and on... Heck, I knew it would hurt. It's hundreds, maybe thousands of needles. Of course it would hurt. Muffin decided that there was no way I'd make it through without crying. In fact, he bet ten bucks that I would cry during the process. To his credit, he did pay up in a timely manner.

Just some back story so you know where I'm going with this. Muffin then decided that somehow he needed to make his money back. Maybe even double it!

Turns out that both of our favorite NHL teams are in the playoffs. We've had some rousing text chats during games. Lots of curse words, lots of smack talk... It's been fun. And what has been riding on this playoff? Twenty bucks. If Detroit wins, I make a quick twenty. Yep. There is no other scenario. Detroit has to win.

Why does Detroit have to win? Simple. Tonight the bet got stepped up into dangerous territory. If the Wings do win, Muffin has to get a tattoo of wings somewhere on his person. However, if the unspeakable should happen *gulp*... Well... I'll be sporting a new penguin on my buttocks.

Go Wings!