Last night I thought I lost my favorite ring. I bought the ring for my 30th birthday, as a gift to myself. I love it because it reminds me that gifts to myself are sometimes the best gifts received and it gives a little spunk to each of my outfits, which can be rather bland somedays.
However, last night I thought I lost it.
I looked everywhere around our apartment and was devestated at the thought of losing it. As I was about to walk out the door to a movie I said to Jeff, “Well, it’s just a thing and it doesn’t define who I am, but I do feel like I have lost a piece of myself.” Jeff’s response “So, kind of like if Pamela Anderson were to lose her fake boobs?” With that, I walked out the door to my movie.
When I returned, Jeff said he still hadn’t found the ring and after some more searching I finally stumbled upon it, under my swim cap. Of course, a completely strange place to put a ring and who knows how it got there- perhaps amid the random feverish packing for our holidays… anyways, thankfully it is back on my finger and I am pleased as pie.