Tossed Salad Leads to Poor Decision
Is anyone else extremely annoyed that Kelsey Grammer, at the ripe old “Frasier” age of 57, decided that it was time to get a tattoo of his wife’s name on his hip? What in the hell was his tossed salad and scrambled eggs laced with the morning before he decided to get a permanent, cursive style lettering of his wife’s name, Kayte (seriously!?), on his tender hip region.
Obviously I was not expecting Kelsey to get a tattoo of an aggressively patriotic eagle or a Russian prison tribute on his chest, but I was shocked to find out that Frasier will forever sport a tattoo on a region of the body usually reserved for butterflies and Hawaiian flowers. It is where an eighteen-year-old girl on Spring Break gets her sorority’s Greek letters inked after a day of beer bonging and bikini wearing.
Assuming that this was all done in the name of love, it seems that Kelsey is sadly unaware that there is an ancient tattoo code that pretty much insures the unraveling of a relationship once names are tattooed onto flesh. I give them six months before he is shamefully covering that Kayte with another’s name. Roz would be the most obvious choice, but knowing now that Kelsey has an affinity for hip body art, he might surprise us all with another radical respelling of a common name.