Ring Ya Right

I got my ring sized and cleaned the other day.  It was so loose the diamond kept turning toward the inside of my palm.  A year before Danny proposed we went ring shopping and got the correct size so, I'm just gonna need my ring finger to stop fluctuating it's weight.  It's not cute.

Oh, yeah and this could completely be in my head but, I think they may have unintentionally switched out the diamond.  It looks a little flatter now... If my babe got it from some cheap rinky-dink place I'd be a little more concerned that the switch was intentional but, he didn't.  We're still going up there to ease my mind.

On another note, for months Danny kept telling me how filthy my ring was, but this is my first REAL piece of jewelry so I couldn't tell the difference.  I just knew it sparkled more than my counterfeit covenant ring and my jewelry from Claires and Wal-Mart... That is, of course, until they cleaned it.  Now, it doesn't just sparkle, it glistens! 

Bring Out Bridezilla...

I did good.  I calmed down the Bridezilla in me before she exploded.  I'm proud of myself.  I mean, things change, right?  That's the nature of planning.  It's rare that everything will ever go exactly as you strategically mapped it out to be...  Therefore, you have to readjust and move on.  If, however, another major change takes place, I can't guarantee I'll be an angelic bride... *devilishly batting my eyelids*

Let's just say, the guest list was modified and I almost freaked out.   I mean, they are just dreams, right?!  (See "Wedding Nightmares... Literally".)

Photo from: http://www.roya.ro/tags/bridezilla.html