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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thank you! Very helpful!
The problem is, I want our bands to match, and I want his band to be gold, because that's sexy to me on a man. A gold wedding band. But some of the most gorgeous antique engagement rings he's found are platinum.
I think I want to wear them together sometimes, but not always.
What are yours like, Plei?
What are yours like, Plei?
I have an antique platinum set, so the band matches the engagement ring perfectly, and we didn't have to think about bands. Paul has a plain platinum band, which looks very nifty.
Did you get his band from the same place as yours?
Nope. We got my rings at an antique store I used to work next to, and his ring at the zillionth jeweler we went to--he was being very picky.
His band started off brushed, because he didn't like the shiny, but platinum tends to even out to a mellowed look no matter what it starts like, so he had it polished a year later and decided to just let it do what it wanted to do. (If he'd decided to go with just a standard platinum band, which is what he essentially ended up with, it wouldn't have taken nearly so long to find his ring.)
Huh. OK. It doesn't look just, like, silver? I don't love the look of silver.
My shoe lament was genuine, although our circle tonight isn't so much a goddess circle as it is a "shrift, S is in town and she wants to hang out, and please please please god don't make me hang out with S all by myself!" guilt-trip circle.
But there'll be beer and enchiladas.
No, my interest in your circle was genuine, too. I hate when that happens to new shoes, and I swear it happens every time. Also, it doesn't sound like S should be in the circle. She should be circle adjacent.
From other discussions:
I might've peaked at 19. I was pretty thin then, and still had the gymnastics muscles, and the leanness from doing lots of ballet and walking. And I don't know about my face. My face has looked pretty much the same for the longest time, as far as I can tell. Like, in my middle school graduation pictures, I was the only one who looked pretty much exactly the same as I do now, but all my friends look completely different. They looked like babies, and now they look more like adults.
That rainbow dress was bad, and yet at the same time I couldn't hate it.
Also, I accidentally taped UPN instead of Fox tonight, and so thus recorded a stupid wrestling thing instead of Point Pleasant. Does anyone else besides me watch PP? I don't think so, but it seems worth a shot. I'd really like a recap. I didn't realize how much I looked forward to having the show when I got home, considering how truly terrible it is.
I peaked around 26/27. A year later I was pregnant and that changed everything. Fast. It's never been the same. Now I'm in a place where that's okay. I think.
Gronklies, everyone. I'm keeping Julia home, today. She was up half the night with a runny nose. Scott took care of the earlier wakings, but I got the 5:30 waking. He'd given her Benadryl around 5, but it just wasn't helping. She's finally asleep, I think. But between the lack of sleep, and the Benadryl, she'd be toast if she went to school, today.
Looks like a messy commute out there, Somervillains. Although I suppose I could be on the other side of the snow/rain line from you. I haven't watched the weather.
Timelies!
I have a warm cat on my lap. How did that happen?
Them cats is self-mobilizing, I hear tell. Never know when one of them is going to show up and plunk hisself down.
The Red Line turned out not to be screwed up yesterday morning. However, a big water main broke in Kendall Square last night, so the late commuters had to be bussed around the flooded tunnel. Both problems are really not the MBTA's fault, but oy, what a mess for the passengers.
Which would include me, and I'd better get going already....
::pokes head in thread::
Nilly? Happy lunch. Please let me say how odd it feels knowing that you're going to lunch when I should be going to lunch, and instead I'm eating breakfast.