... to do this. Really wanted to do this when I got home from India the last time. It felt like it would be a neat symbol of ALL that India represents to me. But I spent the last nine years worrying about what others would think or say.
On Wednesday last week, Marc and I had some rare time to ourselves. When our Starbucks break was dominated by someone's loud gossip, we left. Marc asked what I wanted to do. I told him. So he not only took me, he paid for it and watched get it done.
In case you are wondering, it did hurt like crazy, and there was a lot of blood.
But it is definitely worth it.