I sent a whole host of reputed goldsmiths inquiries as to what I can do with a six-figure ring if the recipient doesn't accept it. I signed Caleb's name and used his email.
I can't wait for him to get the replies.
In the meantime I left the ring in a glass of water on the counter beside the kitchen sink. Come and steal it, it's well-insured and there's no such thing as a heirloom in this day and age. The only expensive piece I've ever kept from Caleb is the Breitling. I tell the boys if I ever get mugged for it I'll most likely die because I won't be giving it up. No sir. Shoot me if you have to.
Loch said just not to talk about the ring.
For once he doesn't want to talk? Makes me wonder what he got. Threats or a present too? I haven't seen the latter so I'll have to guess the former which means I have to tear him down later to find out what Caleb has bullied him with. You know, if Lochlan ever stops working, I mean.
Since everything else has gone to hell this means the highlight of this week was my beautiful Benjamin, sobbing very quietly last evening watching the final game played by the Sedin twins, who are retiring from the Canucks after eighteen years. They started out great, but I think they overstayed. They need to coach the team though, that would be awesome. Ben tells me I'm blasphemous and not to say anymore. He heads downstairs to weep softly into his microphone or maybe into his guitar hole.
Forced into silence I called Joel.
Joel remains mildly alarmed and wonders out loud what Caleb is doing now and then I realize he's being an energy vampire and I tell him I have to go.
I go to see Daniel but he isn't home.
I go to see August but he's also moderately alarmed and I don't want to talk about Caleb.
I go see Caleb.
Where is the ring?
I lost it, I lie. He knows I'm lying because I'm not good at this.
Go fetch it and then we'll have a drink. To celebrate making it official.
Making what official?
Girlfriend/boyfriend status? He laughs.
Which means the pressure's on now, huh.
No, it isn't. I want to die formally involved with someone I'm proud of.
Then you should ask Ben to marry you.
He's not my type.
Too big?
Maybe. He laughs again. Seriously. Go get it, Bridge. I need some happiness. I'm glad you're here.
I told you. I lost it.
You didn't.
I did, I went swimming and it must have fallen off.
Funny, since PJ sent me a picture of it earlier in a glass in your kitchen.
The traitor.
I think he was trying to rub it in that you're not wearing it.
Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.
So you put it in a glass.
I was going to freeze it but I got distracted by Ben's grief for the twins.
What?
The Canucks.
Oh. Yes, well, go and get the fucking ring before I do it for you.
You can go get it if you want.
Don't go anywhere, Bridget.
What if I do?
You'll wish you hadn't.
Yeah, I wouldn't date a guy who threatens me.
And yet here we are.
I can't wait for him to get the replies.
In the meantime I left the ring in a glass of water on the counter beside the kitchen sink. Come and steal it, it's well-insured and there's no such thing as a heirloom in this day and age. The only expensive piece I've ever kept from Caleb is the Breitling. I tell the boys if I ever get mugged for it I'll most likely die because I won't be giving it up. No sir. Shoot me if you have to.
Loch said just not to talk about the ring.
For once he doesn't want to talk? Makes me wonder what he got. Threats or a present too? I haven't seen the latter so I'll have to guess the former which means I have to tear him down later to find out what Caleb has bullied him with. You know, if Lochlan ever stops working, I mean.
Since everything else has gone to hell this means the highlight of this week was my beautiful Benjamin, sobbing very quietly last evening watching the final game played by the Sedin twins, who are retiring from the Canucks after eighteen years. They started out great, but I think they overstayed. They need to coach the team though, that would be awesome. Ben tells me I'm blasphemous and not to say anymore. He heads downstairs to weep softly into his microphone or maybe into his guitar hole.
Forced into silence I called Joel.
Joel remains mildly alarmed and wonders out loud what Caleb is doing now and then I realize he's being an energy vampire and I tell him I have to go.
I go to see Daniel but he isn't home.
I go to see August but he's also moderately alarmed and I don't want to talk about Caleb.
I go see Caleb.
Where is the ring?
I lost it, I lie. He knows I'm lying because I'm not good at this.
Go fetch it and then we'll have a drink. To celebrate making it official.
Making what official?
Girlfriend/boyfriend status? He laughs.
Which means the pressure's on now, huh.
No, it isn't. I want to die formally involved with someone I'm proud of.
Then you should ask Ben to marry you.
He's not my type.
Too big?
Maybe. He laughs again. Seriously. Go get it, Bridge. I need some happiness. I'm glad you're here.
I told you. I lost it.
You didn't.
I did, I went swimming and it must have fallen off.
Funny, since PJ sent me a picture of it earlier in a glass in your kitchen.
The traitor.
I think he was trying to rub it in that you're not wearing it.
Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.
So you put it in a glass.
I was going to freeze it but I got distracted by Ben's grief for the twins.
What?
The Canucks.
Oh. Yes, well, go and get the fucking ring before I do it for you.
You can go get it if you want.
Don't go anywhere, Bridget.
What if I do?
You'll wish you hadn't.
Yeah, I wouldn't date a guy who threatens me.
And yet here we are.