April told me not to post this until AFTER lunch today - but AFTER lunch today I will have other things to talk about... and it seemed SO mean after yesterday's teaser to let everyone sit around their computers just waiting for my new post to come up...
That is what you do isn't it? I envision a whole crowd of people waiting in cybercafes across the world shouting "Wahoooo" just because I post something new. Do NOT burst my bubble folks!
So - flash back Many Many Many (okay just 3) years - I misplaced my ring... my wedding ring that my dear husband picked out all by his lonesome and proposed with on top of a mountain. Could not find it - but was not willing to label it as "lost" because I was certain we'd locate it...
2 years ago I started to use the term "lost" a little more freely as I shopped around for cheap little fake rings - the first one I bought was a little large for my finger and was promptly lost in the house. (for this one I did not hesitate to use the term "lost" because there was not emotional attachment)
The second one I bought I've held onto long enough that the fake silver finish has begun to look worn and pathetic... apparently "bronze" is not an acceptable ring color and so last month ManOfTheHouse and I went ring shopping. I think he was getting sick of having guys hit on me... because of course I'm that "hot"... or at least that's MY story and hey - it's my blog.
So we end up purchasing a really simple, fairly inexpensive (for a ring...) anniversary band - which I love.
So we're up to date now right?
Let's go to last Saturday: I was putting away something in my closet and I find?...
The first fake ring - it's been missing for 18 months - so I had a good laugh that it was found and I stuck it in my junk jewelry box thinking that the girls will enjoy playing dress up with it. Ta-dah...
We celebrated Valentine's Day - and I of course wore the new ring - wore it to church on Sunday but did NOT wear it on Monday because we went sledding and that just seemed a little too risky for me and my habit of losing rings.
Tuesday - I started to get ready for work - no ring (the new band) - can't find it anywhere even though I'm pretty sure I hung it on my jewelry tree... (basically twisted wires that resembled a tree before it got covered in my bangles and bracelets). I did not freak out (okay, maybe a little) and casually looked around the house for it throughout the day. I DID NOT tell the M.O.T.H. - this would not be funny at this point. Still, no ring.
Wednesday - I gave in to the freak-out and the second that M.O.T.H. left for work I began to tear apart my bedroom looking for that anniversary band. No anniversary band - but guess what I DID find... my original wedding ring. In the bottom of a see through shoe box (with no shoes in it) covered in a fine layer of dust. How it got here I can't even imagine... too bizarre for words - but I'm happy to have it.
The problem now? Yeah - well, this is now a "good news, Bad news" situation because I still could not locate the band.
I was going to wait until I'd found BOTH rings before telling M.O.T.H. - but my problem is that I have a big mouth - this is where you act completely surprised because you've always thought of me as a reclusive type that keeps my business to myself.
Too many people knew already - I had to find the anniversary band!!!
I had a few minutes to search between tutoring so I came home - tore apart the couches and eventually found it... laying on my counter right next to the jewelry tree. obscured by a receipt I've now shredded and thrown away.
So all is well... I fessed up to all of it - even the lost band part - and there were no angry words, tears, or anything... and now I have two rings I love - and I'm wearing both of them this week to celebrate. Please, if you see me out and about will you remind me not to take them off somewhere :)
(plus, I now have TWO fakes for my daughters to enjoy while they play - the whole family is happy!)