Here I am! In Denver!

Here I am! In Denver! We’ve been going non-stop since we landed, but it’s a good kind of non-stop, full of cookies and engagements and parties and cookies and the cutest red-headed baby ever and more cookies and rings and non-Brooklyn Target.

I know you are all on the edges of your seats for the most dramatic ceremony yet in Glam vs. Sham, featuring the maybe-diamond found on the 28th Street subway platform, so I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. Our sparkling little 1.5 caret non-fogger is…sigh. Sham. Although, honestly, watching the jeweler test the hunk of glass almost made up for the disappointing turn. Forget breathing on it and scraping glass candle holders, when you get to the jewelry store you are in for some serious high tech shit, yo. The jeweler was very eager to get to show off his diamond tester toy to us. It looked like a thick stylus with a light up meter on the side. Touch the tip to a diamond, the meter lights up from red to green; touch dirty subway glass, the meter does exactly nothing.

But truly, one can only be so disappointed when one is sitting on plush little seats before cases and cases of sparkly jewelry and one is picking out one’s engagement ring setting. I have this little allergy, which causes me to break out into itchy gross rashes when my skin is in prolonged contact with metals cut with nickel. After realizing that white gold is made with nickel, we had a moment where we realized the choices were yellow gold, rash finger, or platinum. And since we don’t live in Florida or the 80’s, I am excited that my little heirloom emerald cut diamond will be nestled in a very luxurious home.

I also got a strange ego boost from listening to the young jeweler telling me how long and slender my fingers are and how tiny my knuckles are. Tiny knuckles, huh? I guess you take the compliments where they come.

Every time I come home these days, my parents have been working on a new house project or collected a new piece of art, or done something empty-nesty and converted a room or something. But lately? Their choices have been somewhat, er, interesting. Their new furniture, for instance. Here are the new kitchen chairs:

They bought them from a Mexican restaurant that was moving and changing out inventory. I would write something funny, but I don’t know what else to add to that. I’m just going to let the sun do the talking.

Here’s our cat, Honey. This cat just gets bigger and fluffier every time I see her. I do believe she is in the Mr. Bones family of obese white cats. A cousin maybe.

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