O and C spent a night this weekend, and it never fails that an interesting conversation or two occurs.
O: (picking up a ring I have) Oh Ashlee! Are you finally going to get married!?!
A:Uh...nope that's just a regular old ring.
O:Oh well when ARE you going to get married
A:I don't know, I guess when I find someone who's worth marrying.
O: I know the perfect one! His name is Sam, he's going to be sooooo handsome when he grows up.
A: Oh ya? How old is Sam?
A: *trying desperately to hold in a laugh*
O: (noticing the staunched laugh) Maybe he's seven!!
Oh my, I think maybe she is NOT the matchmaker for me.