Pawing through our closet

We don’t have too much real sidewalk here around the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and that’s why we got really good at making tight U-turns. Then we tired of it and these wound up in our catch-all closet:

They are tough little guys – Made in the USA by the D.P. Harris Company. Yeah, when we got tired, we’d sit on the grass and read the print on the skates – it was better than watching the grass grow.

What is happening here

This week – Wednesday morning – I am going to have my ear repaired where an earring tore through . . . oh, maybe 20 years ago. I know; I know.  I know that I don’t know why I didn’t do it before. Always being pushed back, I suppose. Didn’t seem that important, I suppose.  But now, I am having it done. The folks at the PBC&R aren’t quite sure what to make of it. I think they are worried about what I might put in my ears; will I be satisfied with the dignified little posts I used to wear all the time. Or do I want diamonds? Whoa, AJ taking the pipes under the sink apart with diamonds in her ears. I think they are wondering if I will point and say,  “Okay, you get your face in the muck, now.”

How about AJ with hoops and/or dangling earrings. HA! Now I know I will not do that, but maybe they are apprehensive that I have wandered off down a really adventurous path with this ear repair thing. Battery powered flashing earrings with moving parts?

I guess I’d better not wear a political button type earring – I don’t want my ear ripped out again.

Oh, maybe people will start giving me earrings. At first that sounds great, but then maybe some don’t exactly have great taste. And what if it is someone dear to me and I don’t want to hurt feelings? Well, I’m sure I can deal with that. After all, when I was 18 I wore gumball-sized basketballs in my ears – Indiana University, Hoosiers, dontcha know.

I think I’ll look at earrings online.