I was a little taken aback when I opened mail concerning details of my freshman daughter's time to order class rings. Wow! She really IS in high school. I don't know if it really hit me until now. (I'm not the quickest rabbit in the race!). My husband was out-of-town overnight, so I used one of the 50,000 magnets on our refrigerator and pinned the flyer up so I wouldn't lose it.
"Wow! The prices aren't too bad," he replied pleasantly pointing to the $75, $150, and $200 marks on the page.
"Uh . . . honey," I said gently. "That money is for the DEPOSIT!"