When I first met Ponzi, she had two tattoos – one on each of her ankles. Her body, her choice! They’re neither a “turn on” or a “turn off” for me. She has talked about getting other tattoos through the years, and I’ve certainly made a few bold suggestions:

• Whiskers on her cheeks
• “I’m with Stupid” on her left arm
• Blue squiggly lines on her calves
• A faux soul patch on her chin
• Stigmata on her palms

Fortunately, she doesn’t listen to me all that often. Not sure what prompted it, but while in Hawaii this week she decided to get a tattoo (nothing Digg-worthy, mind you) on her kwrist. That’s not a technical term, but since there’s a krelbow, there must be an inner wrist equivalent. She sent me an iSnapshot last night – and I responded in kind:

I believe hers is the Chinese symbol for “If I want to do it, I’m going to do it come hell or high water.” Mine, of course, is the Chinese symbol for “Great, now the dogs are going to want one, too.”

My Wife is a Chinese Symbol