We went wedding band shopping over the weekend (as in rings, not music groups– we’re eloping, people), and in typical fashion I found that no rings fit with my ring. When it came down to it, I had to see if they could order a band from the company that made my engagement ring. I received a call on Monday that the company didn’t, but that the jeweler would make a ring for me that will match my engagement ring. How is that for service? And it’s going to be affordable, too.

As for Matt’s ring. He tried on a lot of them and ended up picking out one that had a matte stripe in the middle. We noticed that the non-matte part was kind of shiny in sort of an uber-flashy way, so I think we’ll revisit the ring situation when I drop off the engagement ring.

Oh yeah. They have to take my ring away so they can make me a band. So I’ll be without it for who knows how long and that will be sad. I think I have bad dreams when I’m not wearing it.

Oh the picture? That’s my dad’s trophy from winning the Oscar contest this year. Pretty snazzy, ain’t it? I came so close to winning, though, I think I at least own some of that Oscar. I’ll take the butt cheeks.

P.S. Photos are kind of a pain in Wordpress. Boo.