I'm a big kid now
Weeks since I got my ears re-pierced: six.
Pairs of earrings I've bought in the meantime: five.
Pairs of earrings I've worn since Saturday: five.
Minutes it took me to get the original earrings out: TOO MANY to count. OK, that seriously was traumatizing. I could not get them out. Could NOT. I couldn't get a good grip, and I was scared I was going to hurt myself, and ... yes, I am a big baby.
Times I couldn't get the earrings back in: Once. Do you understand how that happens when you've JUST BARELY taken an earring out? Yeah, me neither. I had to push it through extra hard, and I was such a wimp about it because it felt weird and kinda hurt and made my hole start bleeding a little, and then I decided I wasn't going to change my earrings again for two days to give my little babies a break.
But here it is, my grown-up pierced ear:
OK, on a completely, COMPLETELY, unrelated note, can you believe the news about Owen Wilson? Isn't that unbelievable?