No matter how full I get, apparently I always have room for another...

I don't know why "You Got Served" is a a feel-good film that draws the teenagers out in droves. Someday, when they get older and have a string of marriages behind them and a missing husband in front of them who ran out in a huff after his wife found an old engagement ring and three weeks later appeared again, only not in person to take back his wife and marriage bed, but in the form of a legal secretary with divorce papers, they won't think it's so uplifting.

Why do I save them all?

Recently, I found the ring Edmund proposed to me with. In an alligator suitcase, tucked against a wall in my attic. I find rings all the time and then put them away again, only to discover them again, later, at other inappropriate times.

This time, it was two weeks after my and Aiden's marriage. We went up to find the suitcase for our belated honeymoon.

Aiden had been working on a film and I was on set with him for most of it, and after production wrapped one day, he proposed. With a six carat diamond ring. How do you say no to that? I didn't. The next day, I woke up Mrs. Aiden Ainsley. He made love to me then went back to the set. I flew home for a performance of my own with the troupe.

Two weeks later, with his movie set to go into post-production, Aiden and I went about gathering our things for a nice, long stay in Maine. In the attic, I found much more than my auntie's alligator suitcase. Mementos of Edmund scattered everywhere. The ring, I think, was the clincher. Aiden has a remarkable ability to ignore anything he doesn't want to think about, and I think he ignored most of what he knew of my past. When one of the rings is gleaming in front of you on the floor, I suppose it's more difficult. Perhaps I should've given him a script to spell out how he should proceed.

Left without lines or clear motivation, he left in a bit of a tizzy.

I do hope I'll see him again. Only two weeks would be a record, even for me.