Peter found us the best house on SE Salmon with hydrangeas blooming all around. After spending so much time walking down nearby Hawthorne Street, I really feel like there is something wrong with us because neither of us have a tattoo. I can't get one because I could never decide on an image or where to put it–remember it took me three years to choose a sofa. And when it comes to his own body, Peter is needle-phobic. For the first time we visited the Chinese Garden in Portland. Camille reminded me of her joke about people who get tattoos written in Chinese, how do you know what it really says? "Truth, peace, trust, or 'I let someone write something in a foreign language on my body and it's permanent'?'"
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Can you believe it’s two years this week since you left D.C. for Niger? I still remember kissing you all goodbye. Happy Home Leave!
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Can’t believe it either. But if you had a tattoo, what and where would it be? Or maybe you already do?
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How about starting with piercing yours and Camille’s ears? Once you’ve got the ears pierced then you can think about the tattoo. First things first.
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I totally agree about piercing the ears. And stopping there! Whenever I see a lovely young girl who has defaced her body with wild tattoos (I know one, and she knows who she is) I think about how she’s going to like the caligraphy on her back when she’s in her sixties. Blech.
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You need a tatoo about as badly as you need another guitar. Ha.
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twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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