@ Bonnie, I finished reading Prey last night. I thought it was incredibly good, I liked it a bit more than her usual books (the difference between Prey and the rest of her work is that there is no one who is ill). It’s a little edgier than, say, her One Last Wish series and at the end (and this is not a spoiler, not really), you don’t really know who to feel sorry for.

So today I went downtown with the sister and with K and I got my ears pierced! It was a lot pricier than I had originally expected it to be, but it was an early birthday present from the sister. Online, the place looked great. Sterile work places, scans of certifications. The actual place was even better. The places where they did piercings (and tattoos as well, I’m guessing) were very clean. There was a serious doctor office feel to the place. There were boxes of latex gloves, disposal for latex gloves, sterile instruments, sinks, framed certifications on the walls. It was all very professional. I had a guy named Cory, who said that I looked scared and K was like “That would be Michelle!” He asked some questions like how old I was, what I did (mind kind of blanked so I mentioned writing manuals, go me). But overall it was a very easy experience. The anticipation of it was the worst part of it all. He did the left side first and I was just thinking to myself ‘That’s it? All that and that’s it?!’ so the right side was even easier. So I walked out with studs in my ear, with an even higher appreciation for sterile instruments and then we went shopping.

Shopping consisted of the idea of going for shoes for K and a housewarming gift for my sister’s friend (party tonight). K ended up getting clothes and the world’s best looking watch in the whole wide world (I should have taken photos with my cell phone, but I didn’t - it was $4 and from a dollar store, surprisingly it was labeled as water resistant). Sister ended up getting an awesome magnetic silicone pot rest (kind of like a cooling rack, just made of silicone). And the packaging said it could be used as a pot holder and as a jar opener. Only the pot holder didn’t seem so awkward. I ended up going home and spent the bus ride texting Clay. I corrected him on something and then this happened:

C: You’re such a smart apple.
M: Apple? Seriously, I’m an apple now?
C: The apple of my heart.
M: Cute.
C: I try.

Only my mother has commented on my ears (she thinks they’re uneven). My father hasn’t yet. Yay parents for being oh-so-awesome.