The bling is in!

Remember the lonely engagement ring, sitting in an envelope at the jewelers without even a finger to love? It's not lonely anymore. It has a mate now.

After four long weeks the jeweler called to say the wedding band was in. I gasped when he opened the box -- it was so pretty and clean and sparkly under those jewelry store lights. I love it. The diamonds on the wedding band were smaller than we both expected, but I don't mind. Nobody on the planet has a ring like mine. I like to think it's kinda like me: classic, but with a twist.

This time we had our heads on straight enough to order Mr. Fried Rice's ring: A somewhat slender tungsten carbide band. It was fun watching him try on the bands for size and worry about getting used to wearing a ring for the first time in his life. I tell ya, seeing that ring on his finger was one sexy sight.

There it is in the photos, in the box and on my finger. Mr. Fried Rice said I had to put it away after we took the photo of it on my finger. But in 39 days it will be united with its mate, just like me!