A couple days ago, I had coffee with a friend who showed me the lovely diamond ring her boyfriend had bought for her. That got me thinking...I've been longing for something pretty and shiny...A real, grownup ring. Not something from the ten-dollar-bin at Wal*Mart. I mean, a real diamond ring. But why should I wait around for some guy to buy it for me? (And with my track record, I would definitely be waiting a LONG time.) I'm an independent woman with my own income and my own sense of self. Why should I wait on someone else?
So, last night, I went out and bought myself a diamond ring. I'm so excited! I'm sure I'll upload pics when I finally get it because I'm just a dork like that. It was on sale, too! It's out getting re-sized for my teensy-tinesy size 6 finger.
My sister asked me, "why did you buy yourself a diamond ring?" to which I replied "I wanted one." I think I am now - possibly - on her top five cool people list. Huzzah!
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