I realized last night that I've spent the past couple months telling people I had 3 tattoos. Each time I would think to myself "is it just 3? I could have sworn I had 4." Not once did I ever actually look at my left leg to see. Nope, I just figured I was losing it, because I definitely didn't have one on that leg.

Then last night, I put my foot on a chair at work, and low and behold, there it was! The 4th tattoo I couldn't remember if I had or not.