Between a Rock and a Hard Place
I know I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I don’t do diamonds. Mostly because it’s easy. They don’t really tempt me. I’m too practical to be deeply enamored of jewelry and I don’t like being manipulated by DeBeers (the blood diamonds thing aside). I don’t advertise it, but anyone who knows me well knows I won’t buy and don’t wear diamonds. Anyone who doesn’t know me well certainly wouldn’t be buying me diamonds. Or so I thought.
Today, SP, the best boss and possibly best person in the world, surprised A1, A2, and I with diamond earrings. I seriously love this woman. Anyways, I just hope she never notices I never wear them.
So I know I promised to keep this blog relatively content-free (which is why I’m not linking to any articles or discussing Robertson’s resignation), but I have to ask – at this point, if the New York Times broke the news that Bush ate babies for breakfast, would the nation even blink?
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