Saved By A Stroke of Pure Luck

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In preparing to get dressed to go over to my sister and brother-in-law's place for Christmas festivities, my wife asked me to help her put on a necklace. Of course it was one of those gotawful tiny clasp ones. I struggled to see it and get my fingers to work it right and finally got it. "Is it done?" she asked. "Yep," I said. She turned and I said, "That's a pretty necklace. Where'd you get that?" "Someone gave it to me," she said. "It's my birthstone." "Oh, your side fling?" I asked. "Jeez, I don't even know what your birthstone is." She looked at me incredulously, her smile turning into a scowl. "Are you serious?" she said. I hesitated. I tried to hide the sweat beads already taking formation on my forehead. "Amethyst." I said and swallowed hard. She smiled and said, "I love you," and walked away. As for me IT WAS A GUESS! It was just the first stone that came to my mind. Holy smokes that was a close one! Saved by a stroke of pure luck. In all honesty I am sure I KNEW it was in fact amethyst. That MUST be why that's the stone that came to mind. Either way, I am not sure I want to think about what might have happened if I'd have said topaz.