In my head, the punchline's always dirty (I can't help it, blame my mother)

All this talk about wearing the Pearls of Believability made me remember a lovely little gift the Almost-Ex gave me on the day I defended my thesis.

He gave me a string of beautiful, black pearls with matching earrings. It was so thoughtful and kind.

But as I look back on it, the gift makes me laugh. Not because we're undoing all this. Not because it's in a drawer with lots of other pretty stuff I am pretty sure I will never wear again. Not because the last gift he gave me was a...umm, what was that? Oh yeah, a card.

It makes me laugh looking back on that because he gave me a pearl necklace. For getting a degree in Women Studies.

A pearl necklace, people. For a degree in being an ass-kicking, empowered, independent woman.

Let that sink in a bit. And when the irony strikes you, come on back and I'll pour you a nice gimlet and we'll laugh a little bit more about it together. Maybe even make a plan for how this single mama's going to get her a double-strand next time.

Comments

[Adventures In Babywearing]

Oh my goodness. Well, at least you can laugh about it. Irony is awesome sometimes.

Steph

[Amy Nathan]

Don't chuck the pearls. One day they won't remind you of anything but jewelry.

Been there - I swear!

[dadshouse]

I get your point, but powerful ass-kicking women can still wear pearls, can't they? Black ones are sort of ninja like... :-)

[2Jmama]

rolling on the floor right now!!! :)

[Sarah]

I had to read this to my coworker, 'cause she was a little curious why I was fallin out of my chair laughing!!!!!