April Fool's! (An SAT analogy for you... diamond: real as I: engaged)In addition to big heads, my family also has large hands. My mom also said they were great for playing piano, and I did play piano for a long time, but that doesn't help the fact that every time a friend and I compare hand sizes, my fingers could eat theirs for dinner. Perhaps one day I'll embrace my large mitts and be proud that I can grip a basketball with one hand (I can't, but it'll be a while before this happens, so I've got time to practice). For now, I think I'd rather wallow in hand envy.
Over the course of the past ten or so years, I've managed to rack up a total of six rings. That doesn't seem like a lot, but when it's six more than your indelicate hands ever actually wear, it is. So out goes the Mignon Faget bow ring I got in high school, the fake diamond ring my friend Danika gave me for no apparent reason, my high school class ring, a flashing jelly ring I caught a Mardi Gras, a cheap heart ring I didn't even know I had, and a beaded ring I think I got out west one year.
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