Since it doesn't happen often enough, I have to tell you all. I cleaned our house. All at once. Top to bottom. It's all clean, AND we're not planning on having a party or anything. I did it just because. (No, I didn't strain any shoulder muscles patting myself on the back)

About a week or so ago I gave Punkin just the tiniest sip of watered-down, McDonald-land purchased Coca-Cola. BIG MISTAKE. She likes it. ALOT. She's been asking if she can have more since then. I keep saying "no" of course. I could tell you all I do that because of the caffeine blah-blah-blah. I really just don't want to share.

Here's another journaler I want to mention to you.

So... I've been tossing around the idea of getting a belly button ring. Yes, it is very probable that I could be going through some sort of mid-life, trying to recapture my youth kind of thing. Who knows... I'm just going with it.

I'm not sure who initially brought it up, but Hubby was in favor of it. He, of course, would be going with me.

Why a belly button ring? Well, I wouldn't necessarily have to keep it forever like a tattoo. Not everybody would see it, or know about it (unless I posted something on the website here). It's "adventurous," and something people wouldn't think I was "capable" of doing. I could have gotten my eyebrow pierced, but I decided my belly button would be a better choice for me. I certainly wasn't going to get any "pink parts" pierced, no thank you.

I was feeling a little "fiesty" about this decision and called a local tattoo parlor to get all the specs on the process. You know, price, time, are walk-ins ok, etc. I was just a little tiny bit nervous when I got off the phone, but I got over it quickly.

Hubby and I discussed it some more and we decided to go get it done on one of our dates. I was feeling pretty brave until we left the house to get actually get it done.

Suddenly, I was feeling a little foolish and a lotta scared about this. I knew I was going to feel totally out of place in a tattoo parlor. I was pretty sheltered growing up, so I had this wild expectation about what to expect. Luckily, the studio was pretty tame. (They even had "Never Been Kissed" playing on the TV!) There were lots of pictures on the walls of their work. There was a gentleman getting a tattoo when we arrived.

One of the two "artists" asked us what they could do for us. I swallowed hard and heard my own voice say "I would like a belly button ring." I never thought those words would come out of my mouth.

Apparently, "belly buttons" are done by the other artist who was in the middle of a tattoo. He graciously took a break from that and showed me what "hoop options" I had (Do you want the silver ball, or the white ball?) and commenced to getting all set up for the procedure.

It seemed like it took him forever to get everything ready. I was getting more nervous by the minute. Hubby and I kept looking at each other and smiling that excited but really nervous kind of smile.

I put down my purse and removed my coat on a nearby chair. "You can come on back behind the counter here now."

I had just a few seconds to make this decision. I took a deep breath.

Was I really going through with this or was I going to chicken out?

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