Ok, I will not deny that I too will have a "blonde moment" more frequently than I should.
One night in 1995, my fiancée left home without his wallet with a friend and died in a tragic accident. The accident left his face so disfigured that he was virtually unidentifiable. The city morgue held his body as John Doe for 3 days.
Fearing a similar fate I had my social security number tattooed on my ankle; never once remembering that I had registered my son’s and my finger prints and DNA with my local police department.
Everyone still laughs when they see my SSN…

I's get that covered with something else....heard of identity theft????