Mumsy, Predictable Mumsy

I wasn't quite sure how to break the news of my new bling to Mumsy, which is, quite honestly, the reason you are being inundated with posts about it — I wanted to wait until I told her before posting it. Frankly, I think it's the only honest way I could have gone about it.

I called her up late Sunday night, after the usual chit-chat I said, "Guess what Mom? I got a something pierced!" "Oh Granola! I don't want to hear about it!" I went on to tell her anyway, "I got my nose done." Her response? "Your daughter got her nose pierced!" She hollered out to my dad. "The one just older than Granola?" "No, Granola!" I don't know what he said after that, Mumsy was too busy telling me how gross she thought it was, and how she was "very disappointed" in me. She's over it now, I'm sure. I guess I can thank my brother — the king of sick piercings (in our family) he has pretty much dulled her towards them.