"Why didn't you tell me that J-bear pierced her face?"
Yes, that IS an interesting way to start a conversation, don't you think?
The funny thing is ... the answer I got from Wonderhubby to this question was a stunned "HUH????"
Because he didn't know either.
Apparently, her chin/lower lip (whatever you call it) was pierced at least a month ago.
I actually think it had been at least a month since I had seen J-bear face to face. She goes to school full time, works full time and has karate responsibilities now that she's a black belt. She really isn't around much.
Wonderhubby, on the other hand? Rode in a car with her not long ago -- as a passenger -- giving him ample opportunity to see her profile and the lovely nail-like thing protruding from her face.
But he didn't notice.
I dunno. Selective vision to go with his selective hearing? Probably. (Hi, honey! I love you!)
I think it just truly didn't enter his consciousness that this was possible and therefore wasn't looking for it and THEREFORE didn't see it.
Me? I did a full-on doubletake. Couldn't miss the damned thing. It all but screamed at me.
Now I know that facial piercings are no big deal these days. Everyone's doing it. Noses, eyebrows, upper lips, lower lips, tongues. Let's not even get INTO the piercings that people can't see when they meet you for the first time.
Whatever. I'm old school. Ears are the extent of my piercing worldview. If you want something pierced, go for it. I just won't do it myself.
(Although at one point, I admit my girlfriend and I had a pact that we were going to pierce our belly buttons the year she turned 40 and I turned 50. That magic moment passed six years ago, and neither of us went through with it. And never will.)
Anyway, a lip piercing seemed out of character for J-bear, and so it rocked me.
On the other hand, considering the tattoo that covers most of her back, I guess maybe I shouldn't have been.
Oh, did I not mention the tattoo before?
Heh. Sorry about that.