Today the weather couldn’t decide what it was doing. Rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, sun. Pete and I both slept in until 9:30 (unheard of for him), lulled into laziness by the pitterpatter of raindrops. During one of the sunny periods, he headed out for his run – and I went to the gym. By the time we had both showered, a good part of our Monday holiday was already gone.

I wanted to see Shrek 2, so the kids and I piled into the car and made it in time for the 3:10 showing. Peter brought his friend along, and the two of them sat together and shared overpriced candy. Moon and I sat right behind them. We all laughed heartily during the movie, and agreed that Puss in Boots was our favorite character.

After we returned home, I concentrated on getting my nose stud back into its hole. I had taken it out yesterday at the in-laws’ to show to my friend, and I couldn’t get it back in. Kind of embarrassing. Weird, too, because I’ve had it in and out many times. The hole started bleeding from all my messing with it, which totally grossed out my husband. Not good.

I called Steve’s Tattoo, crossing my fingers that someone would be there. The nice young man on the phone told me to come on in and he’d fix the problem for me. Apparently this isn’t all that unusual. I’ve been guilty of absently twirling the nose stud (it’s a spiral wire), and the inside of the hole had swollen. The nice young man (who had a labret, septum ring, multiple tattoos and stretched earlobes) delicately inserted a thin metal bar into the hole and opened it back up. I need to leave it alone for two weeks, and then I’ll be able to remove the stud as needed.

I have promised my family that I will keep my hands off my nose. In other news, I saw a rainbow on the way home.