I've given Mrs. Jude practically everything she has ever asked for with the exception of the Mercedes. I can't help it, I love her and for craps sake she does puts up with me. Being the femme that she is, she loves jewelry the problem with this is jewelry doesn't have a lasting connection with her.
The first ring, a tri-color gold flower with a diamond in the center. The pedals fell off.
Gold solid chain necklace, ended up with knots.
Tri-color gold bracelet, fell off her wrist and went right through a crack on the boardwalk in Jersey.
These were not crackerjack items either.
The best was the diamond tennis bracelet. When she got into work one morning she noticed her bracelet wasn't on her wrist. She immediately went into a panic. She went outside to check inside the Blazer. It wasn't there. In her mind she retraced her morning steps and remembered she had to open up the tail gate at the end of our driveway to take the garbage bag out. She looked at the back of the Blazer and there was her bracelet, on the fucking bumper slightly embedded in the snow/ice. She had driven over 60 miles on Rt80, going over 60MHP and the tennis bracelet miraculously hung on. She still has that bracelet today (I think) but it needs some repair work done to it.
So this weekend while we were walking around the mall we stopped at our favorite jewelry store. I told her to pick out a ring (engagement to go with her wedding ring). She looked and tried on a few. I asked her which one she liked. She kept on saying she didn't know. After about 15 minutes of this I could tell we weren't getting anywhere so I gave the salesperson a thank you and we left.
Back to walking the mall...
Me: I thought you wanted an engagement ring for our anniversary this year.
Mrs. J: I'm afraid.
Me: Afraid? of what?
Mrs.J: That something is going to happen to it.
Me: *sigh* Is there something else you'd rather have or do for our anniversary?
Mrs.J: *thinking for a few minutes*..... Yes, lets go to Palm Springs again.
7 hours ago