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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineSo. . .
I let K "bust me" wearing a couple of her rings when she got home this evening.
"Hon, what are you doing? Why did you have my rings on? Was it to have me with you all day. . . ?"
"Oh. . . of -course- it was, dear." (Patently lying)
"What are you up to?"
"Ummm. . . crap. Getting busted?"
"What did you do. . . ?"
I go into my office and pick up the nice, if inexpensive, silver ring with suns and moons on it, that I picked up at the mall on my way home, along with the previously-bestowed gift of a bottle of Lindemann's Framboisie Lambic, and return to her, looking sheepish.
"I wanted to make sure I got it in the right size, and stuff." [1]
"Aww, that's so sweet! I love it." *ring goes on, ring fits either ring finger*
[naked adult interlude follows]
Which is all my way of leading up to the fact that she/we will be getting these as Promise rings for her birthday next month, and she have absolutely, positively, NO idea that it's coming. Before I snagged the decoy ring, I'd hit Zales to get the ones she'd had sized (6.5 on one hand, 7.5 on the other), as well as my own (9).
Female sushi dinner participants, please have kleenex handy.
[ETA 3/3: Operation Romantic Distraction was a rousing success.]
I let K "bust me" wearing a couple of her rings when she got home this evening.
"Hon, what are you doing? Why did you have my rings on? Was it to have me with you all day. . . ?"
"Oh. . . of -course- it was, dear." (Patently lying)
"What are you up to?"
"Ummm. . . crap. Getting busted?"
"What did you do. . . ?"
I go into my office and pick up the nice, if inexpensive, silver ring with suns and moons on it, that I picked up at the mall on my way home, along with the previously-bestowed gift of a bottle of Lindemann's Framboisie Lambic, and return to her, looking sheepish.
"I wanted to make sure I got it in the right size, and stuff." [1]
"Aww, that's so sweet! I love it." *ring goes on, ring fits either ring finger*
[naked adult interlude follows]
Which is all my way of leading up to the fact that she/we will be getting these as Promise rings for her birthday next month, and she have absolutely, positively, NO idea that it's coming. Before I snagged the decoy ring, I'd hit Zales to get the ones she'd had sized (6.5 on one hand, 7.5 on the other), as well as my own (9).
Female sushi dinner participants, please have kleenex handy.
[ETA 3/3: Operation Romantic Distraction was a rousing success.]
