I was married. We picked out tiny gold-coloured rings, and I lost mine within a day. I almost got a nice new silver ring, but decided not to, since my husband wasn't around to be involved. I was living in my parents' basement; my sister and I had swapped rooms. I was keeping my marriage secret for some reason. The floor was really messy. I was astounded at how quiet it was at night. Dad explained it was because I was used to my old room, where a telephone book was dropped off every night outside the window, while this room had no noisy deliveries.