I don't. Unless you count the black dot on the side of my toe from a pencil lead that broke off into it. That would be called "lead" instead of "ink" though, I guess. Mr. Spring has some ink, I'm too weenie to do it. And indecisive.
And plans for the weekend?
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! .
The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond.
I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places.
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.