EmeraldCutQuest
Shiny_Rock
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- Jan 15, 2008
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First, a short story:
Our anniversary dinner at a fine French restaurant was very special. The food, service and setting were top-notch. After looking last year at some diamonds and rings (just ''in case''), my dear wife said that all she really wanted was a cat. (Really?
) So, at the dinner, I presented her with a fluffy toy cat with a card attached. The card was a gift certificate good for a cat of her choice. She was very happy. Then, I ''suddenly noticed'' that there was a small rip in the underside of the kitty. Oh, nooooo! I suggested to her that she pull out something that seemed to be lodged inside. It was a little pouch with something that felt like a ring. I took the pouch from her before she could open it, and under the table put the ring in a little redwood box. Then I got on one knee in front of her, thanked her for 25 wonderful years, wished her a happy anniversary, and told her how much I loved her. (Yes, I am a very lucky guy, and I know it!)
I put the ring on her finger, and the rest is, as they say ... well ... a teary-eyed and loud ‘Oh my G_d, oh my G_d’!
(PS: We went to the animal shelter anyway, and Sweet Potato, an orange tabby, is now living happily in our home.)

Our anniversary dinner at a fine French restaurant was very special. The food, service and setting were top-notch. After looking last year at some diamonds and rings (just ''in case''), my dear wife said that all she really wanted was a cat. (Really?

I put the ring on her finger, and the rest is, as they say ... well ... a teary-eyed and loud ‘Oh my G_d, oh my G_d’!
(PS: We went to the animal shelter anyway, and Sweet Potato, an orange tabby, is now living happily in our home.)
