I was home from my mission, and I was sitting in the living room with my family, just talking ad hanging out. A girl I had been dating was also there, and I was preparing to ask her to marry me. I had three rings, but they all had 'handles' and looked like small mugs with no bottoms. She preferred one of them, and I gave it to her. We showed it to my mom, who didn't like it at all, and she insisted I get a new one. I promised my now-fiancée I would get her something unusual.