You did what?

I did a naughty thing....at least in the Mennonite community. I got my nose pierced. Now, this wasn't my idea. In fact I have always viewed facial piercings as a white trash type thing to do. Guess there is a little trailer park in me after all. Here is how it all went about.
My best friend Audrey told me six months ago, that she wanted to pierce her nose. I tried my hardest to talk her out of it and I hoped that she wouldn't bring it up again. But, as I started to think about it, I warmed up to the idea. It didn't seem as horrible as I originally thought. I even considered it a time or two.
So after out last trip to State Board we talked about it again, but both of us were really tired after this stressful outing and opted out. Still, the idea was thrown around several times.
So this last weekend, Audrey called and needed her best friend to talk to. My parents had decided to have the boys spend the night and David was working. How boring to sit at home by myself so I joined her. Our first stop? The tattoo parlor.
As we ran inside to get out of the rain, I knew that this piercing expedition was going to be very controversial. I knew my husband was not very excited about facial piercing and my parents....that is another story! I told Audrey she had to go first because if it hurt I was outta there. Audrey sat down and the guy got her all prepped. As he pierced her nose, her eyes watered and I could see she was holding back more than just the tears. She told me she wanted to cry and goes on about how much it hurt. I really wanted out of there by this point.
After a long debate between Audrey and I, I finally sat down (after she grabbed my arm and "assisted" me). That is when the whole mind over matter kicked in. I told myself that it would only hurt for a minute. If it lasted longer than that I was gonna rip that son of a gun out of my nose and throw it on the floor! The guy told me to breath in, meaning the pain was going to kick in. I didn't even feel the darn thing. It didn't hurt a bit. However, he had to stick the long part that fits inside my nose, up. The "ring" is shaped like an L. The short side sticks out and has the diamond on it. The long part goes up your nose. During that part I wanted to pass out or throw up....I wasn't sure which. I did lay down and was able to calm down and talk myself out of the sickness.
Audrey and I were really proud of ourselves after this excitement. We hit a couple places and had a couple drinks and headed back to her house. It was a success. Ahhh....
So that is how it all went down. The diamond you see in my nose, is in fact a piercing. I know I am a little old for this, but this is my time since I couldn't very well have had a pierced nose while wearing a police uniform. The rebel inside has again been satisfied for a couple years. Don't ask what is next because I don't know!