Before we begin, let me clarify...it is not the ring that is "high-maintenance" in this story, oh no, my friends, not the ring...it is the mother. If you've read around here for any length of time, you'll have gathered that my wonderful husband is NOT the World's Best Gift Giver. As in, if gift giving were an Olympic sport...well, he wouldn't even qualify to attend. ;) I mean, y'all remember the chocolate covered strawberry story , right? And, I'm not sure that I ever told you about the beef jerky and Pepsi birthday present, did I? (Disclaimer: I'm a Coke girl.) Even still, I love him so. But then...THEN the one time he puts forth a lot of thought and effort (well, I guess the berries DID require some planning...), I go and blow it. And here is where you learn that I am high-maintenance. (Ugh. I try not to be...but sometimes? Well, sometimes I just can't help it.) So, a week or so before Mother's Day this year, the Mr. was looking a...