And by we I mean me, Mr. Yoy, Big E, and Little E.
Let me set the scene for you. We walk into the jewelry store. There were at least ten happy, loving couples picking out engagement rings. They had such excitement shining in their eyes.
Mr. Yoy and I shared a moment with our eyes. Without a word both of us conveyed the same message.
REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE YOUNG AND KID-FREE AND HAD NO CARES IN THE WORLD EXCEPT HOW BIG A DIAMOND WAS MRS. YOY GONNA SCORE?
Then, internally, we both laughed like maniacs. Evil, evil maniacs.
These couples were in for a treat. You see, they had front row tickets to the sh*t show called The Yoys Invade a Jewelry Store.
These unsuspecting couples were instantly snatched down from their pre-engagement cloud nines by my kids' whining, screaming, and constant questioning.
WHY IS THAT LADY SO FAT?
WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT SUCH SMALL DIAMONDS?
WHY DOES THAT MAN HAVE A GUN?
Amazingly, they cleaned my ring in world record time. They wanted us out of there ASAP.
We were dream killers. We were business killers.
Soon-to-be husbands abandoned their girlfriends and headed for the doors. They had caught a glimpse of their futures. Here it was guys. And it wasn't pretty.
Mr. Yoy had even mentioned a possible ring upgrade (um, yes, please) but as I tried to look at stones and settings, I couldn't help but be distracted by my offspring.
I decided to do some research online, and then come back to the store later, with just me and Mr. Yoy. Although, I have a sneaking suspicion we would get a much better price with two screaming kids in tow.
WE'LL TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT FOR IT, JUST GET OUT OF HERE! - Diamond Sales Guy
Lemme, lemme UPGRADE!