I used to get in trouble a lot when I was in grade school.
Seventh grade was my worst year. We had a very weak teacher who took over mid year and in an attempt to make is like her taught us chess and gave each kid 10 jelly beans at the end of the day for being good. She would take away one jelly bean for every rule broken each day.
Since I thought I was such a scream, I never once got a jelly bean. I remember my mother told me that the teacher complained to her that I was the only girl that was as bad as the boys when it came to cutting up.
Which brings me to the point of today’s writings.
Whenever my mother had to go to school for any of us she’d pile on the diamonds for intimidation. I guess that’s where I got my love for big flashy diamonds. I’ll take a big one with a slightly yellow tint over a small tasteful pure white any day.
And whether there’s any reality to it or not when I return something to a store or have to complain about something I feel oh so much better about it if I’m wearing my jewelry.
Listen, I know this doesn’t make me likable but I am what I am.
Back to my point.
Soon I’m going to have to stop wearing my wedding and engagement rings. Then who will I be?