I'm Baaaaaack!

Okay, obviously, it's late and I'm blogging. You can put 1 and 1 together and figure out that I'm at work. The night started out pretty messy. I had to follow behind a few negligent nurses...oops, did I say that outloud? Maybe we'll save that for another day!! So, the ring..the RING! I am able to brag all I want to, right? I mean, who really reads my blog anyway?! Well, I've been hinting and hinting...about a new piece of something shiny and pretty and nice. And, the other day, we were stuck in Burlington *another story~this is what happens when I go too long without blogging. Anyways, I was frustrated, the kids were tired, whining, pooping, you name it and they were doing it in the car. I was this close { } to pulling my hair out. And, then Jay says, " I'm sorry beeb, when we get home, we'll try and go by Jareds and look at rings." My diamond radar ears went ding ding ding ding!!! And, you would have thought I had taken a pill. A chill pill. Ah, let 'em cry, let 'em poop...I'm going to look at DIAMONDS! So, Macy was able to swing by a few minutes before American Idol so that we could run over to the mall. *Jareds is out in BFE so we decided to go to Zales anyways. I started looking at the solitairs- that's all I wanted ...a princess cut one!! Well, Jay starts going wild with the snazzy stuff and insists that I try on this here one :) Now, anyone who knows me knows..I like to glam it up. But, on a day to day basis, my hair is wind-blown, in the smallest ponytail possible. And, I usually have on jeans and a comfy tshirt or hoodie. That's just how I roll. I mean, when you have a toddler and a spitty baby, that's just how you roll. So, anyways...he bought it right there. I was STUNNED. STUNNED I tell you! On the way home, I just kept looking at it and beaming. And, he says, "You deserve it." MUSIC to my ears. I really think there's a little bit of power in those words. In hearing those words. It kinda makes me wanna dress up. It makes me wanna go for a walk. It makes me wanna SMILE. Now, everytime that I look out, I think I deserve it. And, what a wonderful thought. I've never had anything so nice. I can't believe that someone would flat out spend THAT much money on me. And happily and freely give. I think that this ring sums him up. I mean all of it. Every thought of it. So, I look down and just feel straight up SASS. It's really remarkable. I'm trying not to let it all go to my head.
I am loved; HA.
Kimmie

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