Oh. Okay.

Well, that explains the dozens of cops that passed me and the 4 helicopters hovering over me as I left my old apartment this morning. I know that shit happens all over the city, but these sorts of things seem to be happening a lot more near there lately, which makes me a little sad because I have always defended Rogers Park against other's negative opinions. Still, considering the shooting that happened right outside my front door two months ago and the other similar incidents since then, AND the overwhelmingly growing presence of weirdos in my building, I am glad more and more every day about leaving my old place.

lookie what i got

I haven't been able to wear it much since I have been so busy painting our new home. But soon we'll be settled in and it will be settled onto my finger.

my future husband's the best.