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		<title>By: Sara</title>
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		<description>Hey, someone noticed my tatoo the other day too! (Of interest because, as Erin well knows, we got our tatoos together in 1995. I remember Erin coming to my room and telling me she&#039;d lined up a ride and I had to hang up the phone with an &quot;I gotta go get a tatoo now.&quot; Erin&#039;s fish is way cuter than the wreath on my foot. It doesn&#039;t swim or nuthin&#039;. Poop.) Anyway, it was was my prenatal yoga instructor. And it was a bit awkward until the rest of the pregnant ladies started spoutin&#039; off about their own tatoos. Since the Seattle grunge era encouraged an entire generation to get tatoos, &#039;splaining their permance to our offspring now seems to be our fate. Nice work, ET.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, someone noticed my tatoo the other day too! (Of interest because, as Erin well knows, we got our tatoos together in 1995. I remember Erin coming to my room and telling me she&#8217;d lined up a ride and I had to hang up the phone with an &#8220;I gotta go get a tatoo now.&#8221; Erin&#8217;s fish is way cuter than the wreath on my foot. It doesn&#8217;t swim or nuthin&#8217;. Poop.) Anyway, it was was my prenatal yoga instructor. And it was a bit awkward until the rest of the pregnant ladies started spoutin&#8217; off about their own tatoos. Since the Seattle grunge era encouraged an entire generation to get tatoos, &#8217;splaining their permance to our offspring now seems to be our fate. Nice work, ET.</p>
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