Diamond earrings

Heather picked up our wedding rings yesterday.

These rings, as you may recall, have been on lay-by for a couple of months. When I got home last night, Heather reported that she had the rings. However, there had been a bit of confusion at the jewellery shop. The sales assistant who was serving Heather asked: "Do you want to wear them now?"

Heather couldn't work out what the hell the girl was asking. Wear them now? Wedding rings? Two of them?

"Uh, no thanks," Heather said.

It all became clearer (and stranger) when the sales assistant took Heather's final payment and tried to give her some diamond earrings in return. (When I heard this, I laughed, and wondered if we could've made some money by pawning the earrings.) When Heather pointed out the mistake, the sales assistant made a joke about how she was just making sure Heather was paying attention. She also asked if Heather had my permission to pick up the lay-by, since my name was on the slip. Heather only just restrained herself from saying, "Duh, that's who I'm marrying." I kind of wish she had.

Comment spam

I love it when my readers leave comments. And I want you all to leave comments whenever you like. Unfortunately, I've been getting a fair bit of comment spam. Now, to combat this, when you leave a comment you'll be asked to do a word-verification task. It's really simple and will only take a second. Sorry about this, but it should mean that the annoying commercial comments won't appear from now on.

Something wonderful

I spoke to my mother on the phone yesterday. She wanted to know where Heather and I are going and what we'll be doing on our trip. As I've mentioned here before, I will be the first one in my family to go overseas. Up until now, my parents and brothers haven't really asked much about the trip. I suppose that they haven't known what to ask. Yesterday, though, Mum was keen to know all about the travel plans. I outlined our itinerary and told her what we'd be doing in each place. I told her I'd send postcards from each different location.

"I'm so proud, Shelly," she said at the end of the conversation. "I'm so pleased that one of my kids got to do something wonderful like that."

I felt so happy and sad all at once. I'll send them so many postcards that they'll run out of fridge-door space.