Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I lost my wedding ring months ago. (I actually think my former cleaning lady or her daughter took it but what do you do? I guess there is a penalty for being too lazy to clean your own toilets.) I have been in denial that it was really gone compulsively checking the pockets of each clothing item I dawn in the hope that it will magically return. I even ripped up the drain and garbage disposal TWICE holding my breath for good luck (and to spare myself nausea from the smell) to no avail. I finally decided that it was time to replace the symbol of my commitment after being hit on NEVER by ANYBODY. I've got to keep the dream that *I've still got it* alive for another few years so I bought myself a new band. I didn't want a giant solitaire like I dreamed of when first engaged--too impractical and would be wasted on my old, wrinkly, freckled fingers. I also didn't want an approximation of my old ring because I really am so sad that it is gone. I opted for a very thin eternity-type band. The small, channel-set diamonds are princess cut to remind me of my old ring but that's the only similarity. I guess this means Brent will have to stick out another 15 years!