and with this ring...

Bling bling! The wedding rings are here; another couple grand out the window; another sparkly dazzler for me and a big-ass chunk of metal for him. Fiancé told me today, as he slapped his credit card on the jeweler’s counter (see, he’s a keeper!), that it is now officially too late to change my mind about marrying him. While I disagree, picking up the rings sure did make it all seem a little closer and a little more real.

Fiancé wasn’t sure how to react to the big platinum band on his finger so he just shoved it in the box and told me to keep it safe. Which is a problem, because we still have ten weeks to not lose them. I’ll have to pass on that responsibility…

There’s something weird about Fiancé in a ring though. I mean, the closest to jewelry he’s ever been is a belt buckle. Which is fine, really, I dated my share of guys into wearing rings and getting ears pierced, etc. and we can see how that worked out, but it was sort of funny and endearing to see him squirming in his uncertainty of how to wear a ring. Does it fit right? Does it look right? Does it look cool? Can he quickly take it off when he goes out with the guys? Legitimate questions, all of them. And now that we have paid for the rings, it looks like this is really happening. Yikes.