It's rainy, Junior has had hives for 3 days and I haven't finished my homework for my Adobe Illustrator class tonight. I do, however, have a cardboard birdhouse that I've neglected to show you. Remember, I mentioned how neat its design was? To change the subject, Juniorette got her ears pierced. It was meant to be just J and Husband but I was nervous because the little girl before was freaking OUT. They finally got 2 people to do it - one on each side - and the right earring was noticeably off (I was peaking around from the Lego Store, completely illegally.) I declare that mighty brave of me that I let her go ahead despite that other kid, who practically has a nose ring now. Unfortunately, the piercer (is there are barista-like word for ear piercers at Claires?) saw me peaking ever so surreptitiously through the neon mustache covered window, and announced, "I think you should let your wife check the markings before I start." Busted, I slunk off to the Lego store, Junior in tow and stoned on Benadryl that I'd given him at Logan Airport in Boston, with the help of an Irish lady who gave us water and later nougat to help get the pill down his gullet, like one does with puppy dogs. The lot of people waiting in the Aer Lingus area had actually been watching the whole thing and clapped when he finally got it down, calling out for him to take a bow, covered in hives, after accidentally spitting out the pill twice onto the airport floor. The secret, of course, was the pack of Tic Tacs in my pocket, presented to Junior on ingestion -i.e. Bribery. My poor brother-in-law - he was probably happy to be flying away from the circus that is Casapinka.