After the recent brouhaha about tattoos, piercings, and the like, Sharon and I, ever the hip, edgy, and insecure parents, went and got Flannery's nose pierced. She wanted her eyebrow done, but we thought we'd start out slow (shh... no one tell her, but I'm thinking I'll take her to get it done right after Baby Seuss is born).
Following suit, Sharon and I are getting fitted for new grillz next Tuesday; pray that they have enough diamonds in stock to spell out my first, middle, and last names in full. Oh, and in the comments, let me know if we should spell $haron's name with three dollar signs or five.
Following suit, Sharon and I are getting fitted for new grillz next Tuesday; pray that they have enough diamonds in stock to spell out my first, middle, and last names in full. Oh, and in the comments, let me know if we should spell $haron's name with three dollar signs or five.