BB, you could be right. SM always thought my owl ring was a bit hippyish and weird. But I liked it enough to wear… the only ring I ever have. It just appealed to me, for whatever reasons.
When he presented it to me, he asked me to be engaged.
Me: Engaged in what? I’m happy to help you become a councillor, even though I don’t think you stand a snowball in Hell’s chance….
SM: Well, thank you for the vote of confidence….
Me: I’m just being honest….
SM: Well, regardless of all of that, will you become engaged to me?
I agreed, provided he’d take the ring back if I changed my mind.
He refused, stating I could keep it, as no one else would want an engagement ring in the shape of an owl…. More fool them!
I don’t why I’m making such a fuss about a ring, but I am!
Here’s the ring… in all its glory…. Not!