Proposing with rocks

It's pretty hilarious in a way.

This morning started off with some good news about Lisa's flight being delayed and won't be back till we're gone for the day. That brought some sparkle to our day.

So Cathleen and I were talking about boyfriends proposing. Sparked off by her being totally worried that her boyfriend is going to propose to her, cos he will, she just has no idea when. The story is, she loves him to bits and they've been together for a couple of years, living together in this land that he worships, and she's not sure whether she wants to live the rest of her life with him, yada yada.

We drifted off to Sex in the City episodes, where Carrie found this hideous ring her boyfriend was going to use to propose to her, which Miranda helped to choose. As we were saying, we'd be stuck if we were proposed to with an UGLY ring. Like how her friend's guy proposed with his grandmother's ring, with a freaking huge diamond, yet it was incredibly hideous. She was so stuck with it cos well, it's his grandmother's?

Thus, we concluded we'd rather have a small yet beautiful ring, instead of a huge yet ugly ring. In fact, I've always had a thing against big diamonds. Call me nuts, but yeah, I've got a thing against diamond studded rings. I think they look too cluttered.

Come to think of it, I've got a thing against getting flowers too. I sometimes suspect, I'm not really a girl inside.

Cathleen's a huge advocate of women's rights and all. It's interesting how she sees the conventional white, virginal wedding gown with puffy sleeves, making brides look like a doll demeaning to women.

I can see and feel the war brewing when her guy proposes. Pigs in a blanket at a huge All American wedding VS a classy elegant yet simple affair with salads and snazzy finger food?

On a side note, being nice may not get you everywhere, but apparently, being nice does get you away with things.

There goes my morning, well spent. Talking about boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, wedding rings, Sex in the City, nice lawyers who think everyone else is stupid and the culture Down Under.

My work week is, unofficially over.