quick story…

Three weeks ago, Sue came into town from Georgia. That Friday night, we were drinking over at Tricia and Clark’s, and the conversation turned to tattoos and piercings. I said, “I’ve been wanting to get my belly button pierced for a couple years now, but I can’t afford the $40 to do it.”
Sue said, “Well, I guess we’ll have to take care of that tomorrow.”

My jaw dropped.
Sure enough, the next day she called me and said, “Let’s go to Arbuckle’s.” So I drove over and picked her up, and we went to Arbuckle’s. We were looking at all the jewelry to choose from, and we both saw this cute little silver zipper pull belly button ring, and we were like, “That’s IT.” Then I got into the big chair and for the next few minutes, about all I could say was “oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god”. He put betadine on my belly button and said, “Little bit of belly button sex here” as he cleaned it and then “was it good for you?” so of course I said “oh yeah” and he smiled and said “who’s your grandaddy?” *LMAO*
Then he put the clamp on it and said “I’m just measuring and marking it. When I do it, do you want me to just do it, or do you want me to count, like, one…” and then BAM! he stuck the needle in! It hurt really bad for a couple seconds and then it was over!
We all went out that night and I had a fabulous time showing off my brand new belly button ring!!!

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Author: Dory

Believer. Wife. Mom. Deaf chick. ADD-addled. Photographer. Graphic designer. Blogger. Guano whacknut. Not necessarily in that order.