My husband is sick (therefore a giant, whining, pain in my ass), our house is disturbingly messy, Blake didn't win American Idol, Veronica Mars was canceled, Green Day performed on American Idol and, also, in our disturbingly messy home, we're out of Diet Dr. Pepper and unopened wedding presents. Still, oddly enough, all feels right with the world. Perhaps it's this second ring I'm wearing. And the ring he's wearing, too.