Has it been worth it? All those trips to the farmers' market? This morning made 5 Saturdays in a row, and it was even raining. On our way back home, we stopped by Velvet da Vinci to pick up the ring Tom had bought me.
Me, placing my hand against the steering wheel to examine the ring, then on the gear shift, then against the upholstery, then on Tom's jeans, then waving it to a woman walking a beagle: What does this ring mean?
Tom: It's kind of like renewing a warranty. The old one was good for 30 years. This one will be good for another 30.
