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About a month ago, I cracked two baguettes on my engagement ring. The only time it has left my finger since November 15, 2002 was when I was pregnant and my fingers had swollen to the size of sausage links.

Needless to say, when my beloved ring had to be shipped off and fixed, my finger never felt so naked. So when the jeweler called to tell me that it was back in their possession (after three long weeks), I was simply overjoyed.

...and grateful that my husband had thought ahead eight years ago when he purchased the extended warranty. Shew.