No Rental Agreement

Last night I took my Valentine ring to the jewelry store last night for the 6 month inspection.  The prongs around the stone were loose.  It’s a heart shaped stone so the prongs don’t hold it tightly to begin with.  And I don’t take it off, ever.  He bought it for me to wear, so that’s what I do, I wear it.

I told the chick, yes, the stone is loose.

Do you want to send it off to be fixed?

Let’s do whatever it takes to fix it.

Well, it’s covered on the warranty, so it won’t cost you anything.

Let’s send it off.

So, she’s looking up the information, our warranty, and filling out the paperwork required to send it off.

So, uh, do I get a rental?

Excuse me?

A rental?  Will I be getting a rental while you have my ring being repaired?

Uh, no.

Oh, B apparently didn’t get the rental agreement when he bought the extended warranty.  I’ll have to talk to him about that.

Uh, yeah, sure.  Ok, your ring will be back on the 11th.  Just like new.

Ok, and you’re sure I don’t get a rental?  I have to be ringless the whole time you’ve got my ring?

Yes, I’m sorry.

Yeah, me too.

A Promise of Forever

For those of you who missed my tweet last week, I have a promise of a ring and a wedding.

There was a conversation that went something like this

Brian: Blah blah blah take care of some things like blah blah blah blah, and then I’ll buy you the ring you want,

Me: THE RING?  The Engagement ring?

Brian: Yes the THE Ring.  But blah blah blah blah And then you can plan a wedding.

Me: Promise?

Brian: Promise.

There was some other stuff in there too but it wasn’t important. I’ve got a promise of a ring.

And a wedding.

So I’ve started looking at dresses because you know, I’m getting this done before he changes his mind