
Clark and I sometimes take little trips to Jose's jobsites to bring lunch or dinner. Last week Jose was working on a bar renovation and Clark and I had pizza delivered there (what a treat!) and then drove over for dinner. The bar was located right next to a tattoo parlor, and this is a shot of the men in my life in the joint parking lot, running around, having a grand time. Jose told me that it has surprised him how busy the tattoo place is and how a lot of the people that get tattoos are grandmas! I think that's a little nuts. I have a hard time thinking of my grandma, or my mom, for that matter, getting a tattoo! They're all crazy, if you ask me.
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