You know how in my last post I said I wasn't getting any more political? Well, check the title to this post. Yep, looks like politics are rubbing off on me. The lying and all.
My F.I.L. forwarded me a picture that I couldn't resist posting. Someone's got a great knack at photoshop. Thanks Hawkeye!
And while we're on the topic of confessions, I have another one to make.
I'm not really going to get a tattoo. I don't have any to boast of and will most likely never have one. If I ever did one, it would have to be meaningful - the initials of my boys - TLC. But as far as a design goes, that is where I get hung up.
So, in the meantime I put my nose piercing back in. (Go ahead, reread that last sentence.)
Yes I did. I felt naked without it. It was after a few glasses of wine, 24 hours after I had taken it out, that I wanted to attempt to see if the piercing had closed up. Sure enough, I was able to get it back in, a little more forcibly than I would have liked, but that's what the wine is for. Numb the pain baby. I think the one day reprieve did wonders for the healing process, so now I know what to do when it flares up. I should be able to get it back in under the influence of wine of course. Who knew?