Friday, December 21, 2012

Low expectations

The kid was admiring my diamond ring yesterday. She wanted to know how much her father had paid for it. My answer? $0. The ring he gave me is platinum. When I was pregnant with the kid I developed an allergy to platinum.

It really does happen. My other allergies also got worse.

But I digress. Now I wear my deceased grandma's engagement ring. And the kid likes it.

I told her she can have it when I die.

"Thanks. Well, I hope you live another 10 years." was her response.

Mine was, "really, another 10 years? Why 10 years?"

She was generous. She then changed it to 11 or even 20.

I guess 46 and 55 are really old according to my eight-year-old.

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