He Must Read My Blog...

My husband is always claiming he doesn't read my blog. This is good for me since he can't see the actual cost of my shopping addiction, he just speculates but it's never confirmed. And it's good for him since he doesn't know what I say about him (he gets embarassed).

But surely he must be reading good ol' Esquire Wears Prada, because only from reading my posts would he know how much I've been craving a statement ring and how very much he owes me for making me pack by himself, which surely led to this very delightful gift this weekend:



Can you hear me making my statement? (Please disregard the unmanicured hand; I've been packing and unpacking for what seems like years. My nails have seen better days)