A sailor's not a sailor till a sailor's been tattooed

Tonight I'm getting my first tattoo. I'm getting a cursive "L" on my right wrist to celebrate the best love I've ever had; to celebrate my husband, who has made me feel more beautiful than I ever thought I could feel, who continues to find my fucking wacko-ness, "cute" and my wicked tongue hilarious.
Hopfully, I won't piss or shit myself or anything too embarrassing.