tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7629159.post115263840766612453..comments2024-01-03T16:43:28.343-05:00Comments on BillyBlog: EerieTattoosdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919816455252541604noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7629159.post-1152716434223468642006-07-12T11:00:00.000-04:002006-07-12T11:00:00.000-04:00I had much the same experience as Jolee. My dad p...I had much the same experience as Jolee. My dad pierced my ears when I was 12. He's an MD and for some reason had a piercing gun at home. I guess it was all the rage then and he was asked to pierce a lot of ears. I think every female family member has "Pierced Ears by Dad." In any event, the gun he used was pretty industrial and rather than receiving a nice pair of gold studs, like some of my friend got at the mall, I got stainless steel pegs. Not so pretty and I had to keep them in for a month. Ugh. Despite the less than beautiful earrings, I still checked them in the mirror about every five minutes. Ah, simple pleasures!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com