I love my grandkids and would do anything for them, even if it means going through pain and embarrassment. Such is the case with Bug. Marni and I have been trying to get her to get her ears pierced for quiet a while. She didn’t want to because, I though, it would hurt. So, to let her know that it didn’t hurt, I said I would get my ears pierced, too, if she did it. She said no to that, too.
What I didn’t know is that she and her mother had decided to wait until after soccer season to have it done. Smart move, since there is so much sweating and dirt involved. By waiting until after the season would help keep down the possibility of infections. But did they tell me, NOOOOO.
So two of my favorite females went to the mall last week and got Bug’s ears pierced. We talked on the phone about her experience, but nothing was said about my promise. Whew! I missed the bullet. Until 10:00 p.m. when the phone rang again. I said hello and the sweet little voice on the other end said, without any hello or anything, “Another thing about my ears being pierced, you have to do yours, too.”
Damn! I told her I was surprised that she remembered since it had been a while since we had talked about it. She said that she didn’t remember. It was J-Man who reminded her – the little shit.
But I said that I was a man of my word and that I had promised, so I would do it. This is what we did last night at the mall. I got my ears pierced. I have not secretly harbored a desire to have it done. It is not anything I need to make me look good and/or sexy. I already have that in a wrinkled old man sort of way. But I promised.
I chose a 3mm titanium dull finished little doorknob looking thing. I chose that one because it is like my personality and lifestyle - dull. But I kept my word to Bug. I just hope the world doesn’t think I am trying to look young, at least until the holes heal and I can get my chain that is attached to each ear and hangs down under my chin. I can then have a place to hang my glasses and ink pins, maybe coat hangers when I am getting dressed in the morning. Or to use if I fall down and can’t get up.
But I kept my word. Next time, I will lie like a husband caught with a pair of bikini panties in his glove compartment.
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