Lately, I've been noticing diamonds.
Everywhere I turn,
it's one carat after the other.
It's got me thinking...
maybe this is my right hand
signals to my brain.
Right Hand: "I'm lonely!"
Signals that urge
for a custom stack of rings
to reside upon my finger.
While I may have the most charming & generous husband
a girl could ever imagine,
I'm afraid that the closest I am getting to my own stack...
...are the pancakes I have slated to make for brunch on Saturday.
Any luckier ladies out there?
I'm open to feeling very envious...