This past weekend, the other graduate student in our lab, Colin, proposed to his girlfriend Sasha. Colin, Matt, and I were chatting about the ring and Colin says, "I didn't want to spend more than 11". $1100 seemed a little low for a guy like Colin to be spending on a ring for a girl such as Sasha so I ventured, "thousand?". Colin nodded. How did this kind of extortion start? I had a roommate whose fiance worked three jobs and slept in a basement room the size of his matress to pay for her ring. Let's review, diamonds can be made out of peanut butter. And that's a waste of peanut butter. Life is unpredictable. $11,000 could go a long way towards medical bills, car repairs, or I dunno, retirement savings? But . . . I'm still a hopeless romantic though so here's what I'd like for the sweet price of $295. (Notice the "." after the first three numbers.)
It's pretty flashy, which always = fun, but c'mon, for that price, it's too hard to resist. Obviously it is way too big for every day wear. How could I dig out the toy cars the kids threw down the disposal with a rock like that blocking the way? My finance and I can spend the remaining $10,705 on a honeymoon to anywhere and still have enough for the black hole (that vast vacuum where money can be saved and escapes only for mortgage payments and ski trips).
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