This is a scheduled re-post from Sept 2/09 to tie you over till I’m back from my Mexican vacation.  I won’t be able to visit any of your blogs during this time, but I’ll make it up to you when I’m back.  Promise.

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Okay, so the other night my husband found a diamond.  I’m not going to tell you where exactly, in case you attempt to make a false claim that you were the one that lost it,  but suffice it to say that it was found outside in a public place and not near our house.

I’m thinking that perhaps some thieves from a big jewelery store heist dropped it during a clandestine meeting to sell their goods to an international diamond buyer under cover of night.

My husband has nicknamed it “The Fugazy”.  Like all those other really big diamonds that get their very own name.

And it’s big.  Like I’m guessing about 2 karats.  And it’s pretty.  And very sparkly.  And I’m SO hoping that it’s real.  I’ve shown it to a few friends and they all agree that it looks very real – but that it’s probably fake because finding such a thing is really too good to be true.  And they’re probably right.  Which is exactly why I haven’t taken it to the jeweler’s yet.  Because once I do, he will probably tell me “yep – it’s a fake” and the dream will come to a crashing end.

So I’ll keep it safe for a little while longer.  And bring it out now and then to admire and think about what we’ll do with all the money we get after we sell it.  Or maybe the beautiful new piece of jewelery I’ll have made.  It will be spectacular.  And the envy of all my friends.  But for now it’s tucked away safe and sound.  In an undisclosed location.  Allowing me to dream on for just a little while longer . . .