NCN trip to the piercing parlor

Sunday before the big game, we headed over to Painless Steel to get some piercings. Unfortunately, only MJ had her ID with her, so everybody else...


just watched


while Harper (instead of Daddy!) held her hand.


She made faces


but she didn't make a sound, not even when she did this


while I got flustered and Harper got just a little green.


And then it was done.


"That wasn't too bad," said Frankie Fingers, the piercing artist. "It would have been worse if you'd been drinking last night." Indeed.