Tonight, Whitney came over to knit and talk (as we always do on most Mondays), and while we were talking and knitting (she was knitting, I was grading papers), she said, "Hey, you wanna see Amanda's wedding dress?" (that's her little sister, she's getting married soon). So she showed me her wedding dress, then the potential bride's maid dresses, then it got more intense when we started looking at wedding rings. It started really innocent...and then we got deeper and deeper into it, and finally, it got to "well, what kinda rings do you like, Grace?" We searched and searched, and finally I found a ring that I really, really liked. It also turned out to be one of the most expensive rings that we saw tonight. Guess how much. I'll give you a hint: it costs as much as a BMW....a new one.

Are rings that important? I have to say, unfortunately, yes. I've seen rings on some girls that have the little stones (or "chips" as I like to call them), and they just don't look right. Isn't that awful of me to say? I mean, it's meant to represent love and eternity and all that stuff, so why does size matter, right? And to tell you the truth, if I had that much money at my disposal, I don't think I'd spend it on one thing, unless that one thing is something big, like a payment on a house. Why do I have to be so shallow? Man, I really hope that I never see that ring from Tiffany's on my finger, because I might do something stupid.