Nipple Rings

The kid wants to get her nipples pierced. I mean, I started with a "Ya what now ?" You know I consider myself quite the liberal parent. For example, the fact that she did a DIY piercing in her ear with a safety pin, I let pass. Okay, not so much pass as
"Is that a safety pin in your ear"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, take it out. Are you mad?"
"No and no. I want it there."
"You want a safety pin in your ear? Is this in case your burst a thread or something and can quickly replace it?"
Lots of eye rolling followed.

Sunday dinner always provides hours of entertainment. She thinks we're bonding.I'm pretty sure my eyebrows can't get any higher. The false ID for the gig worked, she was head banging with the rest of them. Some guy took his penis out and waved it around. She thought it was very funny. I was worried what sort of gigs she was attending. Her head was sore all day yesterday from moshing. I think she expected sympathy. She had some to the wrong place. I worked for most of the morning and then cooked sunday dinner for the clan. Mammy2 was wrecked from her trip out to the burbs to watch the Leinster game. She just about managed to cook the veg for the dinner. Of course, the kid raced through dinner , leaving potatoes behind. According to Mammy2 and the kid, I ALWAYS cook too many. Ungrateful feckers.

Dinner over with, the bonding over the washing up commenced. With her making as many faces as possible whilst drying. She was also yabbering about going to Galway. And heading to the Wicklow hills to camp with her school friends. This caused us to stop in our tracks. Its all up the air at the moment and I hope its stays up there. Mad fecker. Can you just see a crowd of teenage girls stuck to the side a mountain freezing their pierced nipples off? Having to resuced by helicopter because they lost the map?

The evening was so relaxing, its the first time in ages I've decided not to work the day and instead spend time with the clan. Watching Meerkat manor and reading is great for the soul. Granted the family think I'm mad. The kid decided to go online whilst watching the telly with us. Its a talent apparently only teenagers possess, the ability to watch telly with their back to it. She muttered again about Galway. She wants to go and spend a few days in Galway and you'd think we'd be shipping her off on the first bus there. We are a tad more sensible then that. We like to think. The mate is called K. She met him online last year and hung out with him at Slayer. He's a grand total of 15. I've no idea what's got planned but I am pretty sure its not hanging with a 15 year old for that time.

We laid out the terms and conditions.

- The best mate K has to go with her.
- We need to speak with K's mother to ensure she is actually going down.
- We need to speak with K, the galway dude's parents to ensure he actaully exists.

By speaking to his parents , we mean his actual parents and not his 12 year old best friend, who's voice hasn't broken yet. She glared at me.
"He wasn't 12, he was 16"
We've been through this talking to the 'parents' malarky with different mates. Except the 'parents' always sound like one of her mates. Strange that eh? So those are our terms. She was up at 7 this morning , straightening her hair. I think her sleeping habits are only surpassed by time spent in front of the mirror, preening herself. She's in Cavan with M. I have a feeling his days are numbered.There's this guy, S, a complete tool, who she was mad about but he wasn't really interested in a relationship and so she moved on. Now, all of a sudden because she was single, he might be interested. I'll give him interested if I ever meet him. He was one of the tools around during her passing out at Central Bank in a pool of vomit days. Nice guy. Helped her get acohol. All round good friend really. Like I said, he starts sniffing anywhere near her and he's going to get an earful.