I'm waiting for a co-worker to leave so I can crank the volume on my computer and immerse myself in disc four of House. Yesterday, in one of the episodes, some girl had a 25 foot long tapeworm in her intestine.
It was so cool.
Anyhow, I wanted to give an update on my Christmas present drama, thoroughly detailed on throughout this here blog. After finally receiving the return money from the Sabrina Dalhoff necklace, I decided on an antique ring from Gem: A Jewelry Boutique. Of course, I took three hours too long to decide, and when I went to go make the purchase, the one-of-a-kind ring had been sold. I moved onto the Phoenix Roze ring I had been lusting after. Of course, it wasn't in the store. Double of course: the jeweler/ owner was away and wouldn't be back for ten days. After all the suspense, I finally picked it up on Tuesday and am a very happy girl.
I'm going to pick up two sterling silver stacking rings to put on the top and bottom. Also, I feel the need to apologize for the (gross) cuts on my hand. My psycho cat struck again.
Me, calling my BF on the phone: "I just indoctrinated the ring!"
Me, sensing incorrect word usage: "I, uh, what's the word? With the fraternities? Rush! I rushed the ring!"
BF: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Me: "It's really mine now, because I just got chocolate frosting all over it! Part of the family, etc. Actually, I think there's chocolate frosting stuck inside it..."
(Trailing off as I try to lick the chocolate frosting fr0m inside the emerald.)
P.S. The ring was fairly affordable at $185, so, Queen Jeweler Wendy, please don't burst my bubble re what the quality of the emeralds must be!