Christmas Eve...
I was ridiculously angry on Christmas Eve. No water in days, showering out of gallon jugs, and the Eagles were just officially eliminated from the playoffs. Mad. I was yelling.
We decided to exchange gifts. I was mad at that, too. The watch repair place didn't come through, and John only received a video game and flip-flops.
After John opened his gifts, he told me to sit down. I said "Okay, fine." He appeared from the bedroom with a little box that was tied with red ribbon. I had asked John earlier for a citrine ring, my birth stone. I instantly started smiling, thinking about the ring.
"It's not exactly what you asked for..." John said as he handed me the box.
I gave John an awkward look and proceeded to open it.
Bam.
A stunning diamond solitaire.
"Are you serious?!"
After a bunch of tears, and repeatedly asking "Are you serious?", John put the ring on my finger.
And then we ate lobster. Yeahhhhh..
We decided to exchange gifts. I was mad at that, too. The watch repair place didn't come through, and John only received a video game and flip-flops.
After John opened his gifts, he told me to sit down. I said "Okay, fine." He appeared from the bedroom with a little box that was tied with red ribbon. I had asked John earlier for a citrine ring, my birth stone. I instantly started smiling, thinking about the ring.
"It's not exactly what you asked for..." John said as he handed me the box.
I gave John an awkward look and proceeded to open it.
Bam.
A stunning diamond solitaire.
"Are you serious?!"
After a bunch of tears, and repeatedly asking "Are you serious?", John put the ring on my finger.
And then we ate lobster. Yeahhhhh..