Right to the point....

Last night we were in the kitchen preparing dinner while I was telling him all about my visit to the gyno.  Which what guy doesn't want to hear about that?!?  But when you're a stay at home housewife and he wants to know how your day went, you work with what you got.  Anyways, I'm talking and I feel a "pinch" on my side and I rub at it which, in turn made it feel itchy.

Me: *scratching, I turn sideways lifting my shirt* Do I have anything there?
Mister: *looks* Yeah, a tattoo....

Cant get anything past this guy.