where wildly different is perfectly normal
Oh, this isn’t good
Oh, this isn’t good

Oh, this isn’t good

My wedding ring broke. I don’t know how, I don’t know when. I just know that this morning I felt something sharp on my hand, looked down and noticed that one of the prongs was bent up. You’d think that something so strong as to bend a ring prong would cause enough damage to the hand that I’d remember WTF I did, but no.

So this weekend I’m running around like a shameless hussy, ringless. (There’s no way I’m still wearing it, and I can’t get to a jeweler until Monday). Yes, a shameless hussy with two sons and a muffin top. I guess I just need a crop top and then I’d be…wait. Damn, my shirts are all crop tops.

You know that scene in Apollo 13 where Jim Lovell’s wife loses her wedding ring down the shower drain the morning of the ill-fated launch? That keeps running through my mind…

So I have a poll. Because wordpress has the cool new poll function and I haven’t played with it yet.

[polldaddy poll=1089591]

Me? I think it’s…eh, I won’t tell you what I think.


  1. My grandmother was very proud of the fact that she wore through her first wedding ring. She joked that she and my grandfather were married so long, they broke the gold. They were married almost 60 years until my grandfather passed away.

  2. RC

    Giggling at your poll results. And I hate it when I don’t have my ring on either. Because I had pre-eclampsia while I was pregnant, I actually went and bought TWO fake rings (the first one got too small, too), since I hated feeling like they shameful unwed mother-to-be. Sad? Yeah.

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