Elephants Revealed

The Cat's out of the bag ... our I should say the Elephant is out of my pants.

Yes my friends, the parents are now acquainted with my body art de l'elephante. The low down is that after 5 years of keeping it under underwear my paranoia and increasing awareness that hiding it is childish lead me to drop my secret-op ways of hiding my ink and stop caring if the elders discovered it.

Didn't take very long. This fateful Sunday during one unsheathe exit of my vehicle in order to pump some gas into it's much emptied tank it made a brief appearance above my boy shorts. So far the threats are lax, and I do not have to find a new residence and I may still refer to myself as a Welch. (That is unless my dad brings a gun with him this weekend when the rents are to visit) and in that case it has been good knowing you all.

As you may guess I have not had the pleasure of his reaction. It was my mother alone who witnessed this unveiling and I myself was not the one to mention it to him. It was she and the only way I know that she did is through my sister who filled me in; no details available.

I will have to keep you posted my friends (in hopes that this is not my last post).

Have a good one all, and thank you to those who had kept my secret all these years. I love you all.