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We had a lovely day to celebrate the end of the summer. We walked down to the new corner cafe that has just opened up in our neighborhood, Stabby's Cafe, for brunch. I have become quite fond of their ginger-banana pancakes, and Rob and the girls have found dishes they enjoy ordering, too. I love going out for breakfast on the weekends, and we may become regulars there.
Rather impulsively, as a result of a passing comment made while we were eating, we decided to get Fiona's ears pierced. I'd always said that I was okay with the girls having it done (if they wanted to) when they were sixteen, and Fiona had reached that milestone. "Are you sure?" I asked. "It will hurt a fair amount, at least at first. Well, only a little bit, really."
Fiona shrugged. "Hey, I'm a black belt. I'm used to pain."
So we went to Claire's, a jewelry/accessory store where the salespeople are trained to pierce ears. Fiona picked out a small set of white gold ear studs, the saleswoman went through the procedure to insert them in her ears--and, rather to everyone's surprise, Fiona passed out, sitting right there in the chair.
Oops.
Funny, the same thing happened to me after I got my ears pierced, when I was sixteen. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. After she drank a cup of orange juice and after we filled out an "incident report" with the store, Fiona regained some of her color and we got back in the car and drove to Erik's Bike shop, where we purchased NEW BIKES for the girls, thanks to you. We got them each the same bike we'd bought for Delia two months ago. They wanted to get bikes in different colors, so we ordered Fiona's bike through a different store but paid for it today. Rob will drive to pick it up tomorrow, and we'll take a picture and get it posted for you to see soon.
We also got new Kryptonite U-locks. They damn well better work better than the last ones did.
We had a nice dinner of brauts and sweet corn. Summer's officially over, I guess. I'm sorry to see it go.
I wish Labor Day would live up to its name and the Universe would oblige us by providing a job for my husband. He got turned down for another one, a measley one-month temporary gig reviewing legal documents. Geez, he can't get anyone to give him a chance on anything. Yes, yes, I'm grateful that I have a job, and I thank my lucky stars that our health insurance is through my job rather than his. But I am so sick of this. It's been fourteen months. The last extension on unemployment benefits will run out in a few weeks.
Rather impulsively, as a result of a passing comment made while we were eating, we decided to get Fiona's ears pierced. I'd always said that I was okay with the girls having it done (if they wanted to) when they were sixteen, and Fiona had reached that milestone. "Are you sure?" I asked. "It will hurt a fair amount, at least at first. Well, only a little bit, really."
Fiona shrugged. "Hey, I'm a black belt. I'm used to pain."
So we went to Claire's, a jewelry/accessory store where the salespeople are trained to pierce ears. Fiona picked out a small set of white gold ear studs, the saleswoman went through the procedure to insert them in her ears--and, rather to everyone's surprise, Fiona passed out, sitting right there in the chair.
Oops.
Funny, the same thing happened to me after I got my ears pierced, when I was sixteen. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. After she drank a cup of orange juice and after we filled out an "incident report" with the store, Fiona regained some of her color and we got back in the car and drove to Erik's Bike shop, where we purchased NEW BIKES for the girls, thanks to you. We got them each the same bike we'd bought for Delia two months ago. They wanted to get bikes in different colors, so we ordered Fiona's bike through a different store but paid for it today. Rob will drive to pick it up tomorrow, and we'll take a picture and get it posted for you to see soon.
We also got new Kryptonite U-locks. They damn well better work better than the last ones did.
We had a nice dinner of brauts and sweet corn. Summer's officially over, I guess. I'm sorry to see it go.
I wish Labor Day would live up to its name and the Universe would oblige us by providing a job for my husband. He got turned down for another one, a measley one-month temporary gig reviewing legal documents. Geez, he can't get anyone to give him a chance on anything. Yes, yes, I'm grateful that I have a job, and I thank my lucky stars that our health insurance is through my job rather than his. But I am so sick of this. It's been fourteen months. The last extension on unemployment benefits will run out in a few weeks.