With this ring!
Ah, here is my wedding ring. I did have a photo of it on my hand but I never noticed until now that I have a gene for hairy knuckles. So, now that it's official that I am not a hand model, I will tell you of this ring. No, it is not the one ring that rules them all but my wedding ring. I get asked a lot if I meant to get a blue stone. I answer, hell yeah, I wanted a sapphire. I love the color. My sister bought the stone at a great price by going on a date with a jeweler but don't worry nothing funky happened. She mailed the stone to me and my husband set in a platinum setting. Which ended up being a good idea since I get my ring caught on everything, doorknobs, doorknobs, hooks, nails and etc.
I do have a funny story. My sister suggested I write about it to get over the trauma. I made the mistake of taking off my ring and putting it on top of the toilet. No biggie. I forgot it was there and I started to take a shower. I notice that there was no soap so I decided to steal the soap from the sink. On the way back to the shower I knocked my ring of the top of the toilet and it fell and bounced in the pot. Well, that sucked but the worse part was that I had used the facilities (number 2) and I forgot to flush the toilet. So here I am freaking out because I lost my wedding ring. I open the toilet and I see my beautiful ring underneath my...stuff. I didn't even think twice, I struck my hand in the toilet and fished around. I got a hold of it and pulled it up and then freaked out because I just put my hand in a toilet. After letting my ring soak for 5 days in a ring cleaning solution and scrubbing my arm raw for 20 minutes, I felt better. So, the moral of the store don't ever put your rings except on your finger or on a ring holder or you may have to fish it out from someplace horrible.
posted by Angelique at 11:33 PM
8 Comments:
ewh girl, just ewwwhhhh.....
Amy
You know, I don't think I'll ever be able to put my ring on the back of the toilet again, which up until now, I've done quite often. :-P
Have you ever read "Marley and Me"? There is a similar jewelry/poo story in there that is hilarious.
I love your ring - why does one wedding ring need to fit a certain mold? Why do any of us need to fit a certain mold?
Forgive me for my wordiness, I think it's the Vicodin talking. :-P
Amy, thanks for your support.
Notta, I thank you for loving my ring, I do, too! I always get asked if I actually wanted my ring blue instead of the diamond solitaire. I am hoping that if my ring is blue than I'll never be. It seems like good luck to me. MMMmmm, Vicodin, I hope you are feeling better if you had to whip out the big pain killer guns. Get well soon!
I can only imagine something worse, like an elderly person on rising and coughing their dentures into the poo, and the dentures saying, "You didn't taste like this the first time we met".
Add this to your joke list.
That's a bad joke but in a good way. Thanks for making me laugh, Vest!
Angelique - Thanks - I'm better now. I've never had Vicodin before, hopefully no time soon. :-P
Hi PF: Here is one for you. The Pretty Pregnant Pussy Cat aproached her lover the Ginger Tom. "Hey say's She, didn't you tell me you were a 'Doctored Cat'.
"No" say's Ginger Tom. "I told you I was a doctors cat"
That's a good one! Thanks for making me laugh, Vest!
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