I'm relatively not busy until around midday – it's at that time that the ring shop calls to tell me that the ring is done.

Alice and I have had this discussion millions of times. She said that I should just let her take care of it, but I adamantly refused; this is my gift to my very-soon-to-be-husband, so it would stay in my possession until I slid it onto his finger.

Alice still tried to guilt trip me into doing things her way, but I refused and ignored her. This is my thing, and I would deal with it.

And so, I simply tell her that I'm going to get the ring, before I leave for the shop… again, travelling on a bus.

The man is kind as he shows me the ring and the engraved words. I about cry; it's perfect… exactly what I had wanted.

I go home.


I laughed at myself when I wrote the last like. "I go home". Hehe.

Good morning all, by the way.

I think we may get up to the wedding today.

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