Upon hearing that I pierced my nose, an unhappy and sarcastic Rhys declares:
"I'm going to pierce my rectum and hang a giant cowbell off of it and no longer wear pants. I'm just going to wear a kilt, and with every step I take, the cowbell will go off. And when people ask me why I did it, I'll just get right in their face and yell 'MORE COWBELL!'"
At least he didn't take it to any sort of extreme or anything.
I had a very happy dirtday despite blisters on my feet that have me flashing back to Vegas last year and not getting to spend today with my boytoy.
Here is my new face hole:
Rhys and I are officially engaged, now, too. I suppose that is worth posting, huh ;-) He proposed after fireworks at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk where we celebrated our 5th anniversary. I cried like a baby and can't really believe it is finally true! Oh my geez I love this man and I cannot wait to be his wifey. In order to celebrate, I also got this sweet henna today:
The guy that did it spoke almost no English and my Spanish is limited to bicycles, classrooms, and restaurants. Photo booth can only take pictures backwards, and there is no way to flip it. It's also pretty uneven and has weird "shading" he did, but it says JONES.
Tomorrow is a day of beauty with a facial, mani/pedi and a haircut. I cannot freaking wait for the haircut. I might die of excitement. It will be the first since August when Gab gave me the super cute cut. I hope this girl tomorrow can replicate my sister's sick stylings. Pictures to follow.
xoxo