Ice, Ice, Baby.

Welcome to my finger, bling-age. So, by the time I finished work yesterday and walked Rory, showered, and did 5 loads of laundry, there was no time for the spring closet cleaning I planned. Fortunately, there was just enough time to go to the jewelry store to pick up my new diamond wedding band and my newly rhodium plated engagement ring. Talk about bling. Me likey. The mesmerizing sparkle of the diamonds has reduced the language part of my brain to monkey-like grunts of approval. Shiny. Me likey. Look! Sparkly! Let’s hope it’s not permanent.