Oh I'm sorry, can you not see what I decided to do as a result of my quarter life crises?
BAM. Nose ring. I love it.
Don't most girls get this when they're in high school or something? I'm not gonna lie, I kind of feel like one of those old folks trying to be hip and cool and "keep up with the times". Even though nose rings might not even be cool anymore. Whatever. Silly kids. Scot is Wicked hot though.
It's actually kind of funny, because my mom is the one who planted the idea in my head, maybe 6 years ago now. Just a random "Oh by the way Steph, I think you'd look so cute with a nose ring!". Really, Mom?! Ok.
So I've been thinking about it. For years. And thinking some more. And I finally grew a pair of lady balls and got 'er done.
The best part? Seriously not as painful as I thought it would be. Score one for the 26 year old!
PS. I know I'm not that old. I don't mean to offend anyone older than me. This is just how I process my own aging, I promise!! I'm actually fully convinced that I'm going to love my 30's and they will be the best part of my life thus far. Just sayin'.
Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go enjoy my new sparkle-sparkle on my schnoz!
PPS. I wrote this last night to publish today. Clearly, Scot has tampered with the draft. Though I DO think he's wicked hot ;)
