Eva had her braces removed today, and I had my hair dyed, so all in all we are a pretty beautiful family right now.
This was actually Eva's second round of braces and Jerry swears that if that evil millionaire orthodontist tells us she needs something else, he's going to personally invite him out to the parking lot to have it out, rich mano et poor mano. That son of a bitch has paid for enough equestrian lessons for his kids on the back of our kid's teeth. Well, you know what I mean.
Meanwhile we are bracing ourselves for an almost inevitable transit strike, probably by the end of next week. Jerry is actually very excited about it, because that means he will be leaving work at 2:30 three days a week in order to pick Eva up from school. Seeing as it takes her two buses and a train to get home from school, there's some sort of child welfare law that disallows us from telling her to walk.
Jerry's already got his game face on in anticipation of people either trying to get rides with him (he'll be sure to play the picking up the kid card) or people heading to work earlier in an attempt to get a parking spot. His lot is pretty darned empty when he arrives at about 6:30am, but I hope that he isn't forced to start even earlier just to maintain his parking spot. He already wakes me when he gets up at 4:45, I don't think I could handle it if he started getting up at 3:00 or something. Of course Jerry has the sense (?) to go to bed at 8:30, but I am such a wild thing that I insist on staying up till 11:30. I tell you, it's just wild night after wild night around this place.
But at least we look good.