Who knew that there could really be "identical cousins" in real life !
Though I have quite a few cousins, my cousin Carol and I have a special bond. We share a zany sense of humour, and a refusal not just to grow old, but to grow UP. What's more, we look alike. Case in point, while travelling around Saskatchewan with Carol's sister Barb, we dropped into a small-town restaurant where I was promptly mistaken for Carol who had been there recently.
Thanks to the advent of the inter-web, though we live several provinces apart, Carol and I have developed a much closer relationship over the last few years.
|Carol puts her nose to the grindstone.|
Still, we had to differentiate our sign-offs. Carol became "ITC-1" and I become "ITC-too", because "two" was far too obvious.
|Carol, reflected in the mirror.|
I'd been planning my Saskatoon trip with Carol for several months, when the issue of getting tattoos while I was in town came up. Was Carol interested ? Was she ? HELL YEAH ! As a graphic artist she even designed them.
So, on a drizzly Wednesday morning we went to "Half Evil - 333" tattoo parlour to get 'er done.
Carol went first.
She was cool as a cucumber while hers was getting done: while during my turn I sat with a carefully fixed smile with white-knuckled hands clenched tightly on my lap.
Afterward, we were directed to soak the "tatts" -- that's what us hip young folk call 'em -- for a bit and then oil them when they needed it.
|Soaking in the tub.|
And so ... the big reveal ...
|Carol on the left, and me on the right.|
Still, they're cousins,
Identical cousins and you'll find,
They laugh alike, they walk alike,
At times they even talk alike --
You can lose your mind,
When cousins are two of a kind.