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July 16, 2007
Girl with a pearl earring
A few years ago, I decided it was time to retire the ankh earrings my best friend gave me for my sweet sixteen, and try something a little more adult. With this glorious news, I received not one, but three pairs of pearl earrings for Christmas. I request, my best friend delivers. I love birthdays. Anyhoo, I wore those earrings daily, switching between the black, pink and white pairs. Eventually, I lost the pink ones. I was saddened. So saddened in fact that when I was moving apartments, I put the earrings in a "safe place" so I wouldn't lose them again.
I moved nearly 2 years ago, and I still have no idea where the earrings are. Fear not, my loyal reader, my best friend stepped up to the plate yet again, and bought me another set.
This time, I wouldn't let her down.
Fast forward to this weekend. I am playing follow the leader with a 7 year old. Shes having gobs of fun watching me twist, turn, dive, jive, swing and jump. I grab said seven year old, pull her down on the couch with me, and collapse. I go to fix my earrings and find one missing (find one missing, is that right?).
Me, my hostess, her husband, the seven year old and the seven year olds mother get down on all four's and looked for the earring for an hour. It's no where to be seen. In a moment that I can only describe as hysterical hallucination, both the hostess and myself see the earring fall from a blanket onto the floor. Convinced it was there, we spent another hour looking. Finally, after realizing there was no way we were finding the earring, I began to accept that I would have to confess to, again, losing a precious gift.
I got on the train home from Albany, got home, showered, ate, relaxed. I went to my collection of earrings with no partners, and found another white pearl earring. They didn't match, but it was OK.
This morning I get out of the shower and notice that next to the tub is....
you guessed it, the missing earring.
My best assumption is that somehow, I had a pearl-post earring stuck to me all night up in Albany, that stayed on me through a 2.5 hour bus ride home, a transfer to the subway, and the 10 minute walk to my apartment.
Either that, or my body is just so used to losing jewelry, it started manufacturing its own.
Posted by lysa at July 16, 2007 9:04 AM
Comments
You wouldn't happen to be able to manufacture GOLD from your body would you?
Also, if it was noticed next to the tub...on the floor, i think my penis and i wanna know WHERE your body is manufacturing potentially pointy jewelry.
Posted by: booboo at July 16, 2007 11:16 AM
see, now i was going to make some snarky comment, but then booboo beat me too it.
let me know when you start shitting diamonds. :)
Posted by: scottie at July 16, 2007 2:44 PM
Note: the following will be no attempt whatsoever to top booboo's comment as doing so would be an exercise in futility.
I do feel compelled, however, to mention that I believe there to be two kinds of jewelery -- the kind that one wears and eventually loses, and the kind that is forever locked away "safely" in a box somewhere. I couldn't be more glad that you wear the earrings =)
Posted by: kbee at July 20, 2007 3:17 PM