I burst into the bathroom, holding my left ring finger in my right hand, ready to re-surprise myself with the lustrous ring.
Hmm. That's funny, I thought. I'm wearing a little leather case over my engagement ring.
So I pulled off the tiny casing and stared at my ring in amazement.
Amazed that it was so tacky.
The rock itself was a cubic inch of sparkles.
And the setting, was just plain terrible.
Where most modern brides are wearing a princess cut with two baguettes to accentuate it, my dazzling stone was set in a silver, animal-shaped holder.
Hmmm I thought. That's kind of cute... it appeared to be a tiny elephant, complete with trunk and tail, but instead of a ivory treasure, mine held the most precious of love-stones.
But cuteness aside, it suddenly seemed like he didn't know me at all.
Sure, I like tiny animals, but as pets, not as jewelry.
And so I wrapped my ring in its leather case (the purpose of which was now perfectly clear) and went to figure out my next move.
Because the proof that we weren't entirely compatible was symbolized on my forever-finger.
And now my ring, wasn't the only elephant in the room.