This weekend, my mom was in town for J's play. She also was helping me a bit with some of the household duties that I've lagged behind on for, oh, say, 6 months? Or at least that's how long it feels.

She cleaned the girls' room and the bathroom.

Before she got here, I ran around straightening the living room and the kitchen and some of the other parts of the house. One thing I did was to put away some towels in the hall closet. The door on that closet is the kind that slides on a track? You know - the two doors that are on different tracks and go back and forth. One side always sticks. I had put them so they were lined up, and was trying to grab the back one to jam it back onto the track. It worked. But my finger felt a little funky.

My wedding ring got smooshed. I don't really know how. I don't remember my finger being smashed, but Beloved is convinced that for my ring to be such a perfect oval, I must have REALLY smashed it.

When we got married in February, we were on a tight budget (surprise, surprise), and we weren't really sure Beloved could wear a ring - his fingers used to swell when he wore a ring, back in the 80s when he was last married. I also wanted (and still want) to find a super awesome funky antique-y cool unique fantabulous band. I haven't found it. I'm not sure it exists. I think it has rubies in it. I'm not really sure.

Our indecision led me to Amazon.com, where I ordered 2 silver bands, $12 each.

Not really the world's biggest surprise that it was smashable.

I showed it to E today, and she said, "ha! It looks like an onion ring!"

I got myself a new band:

still as my placeholder until I find my mythical ring. I can't wait until it gets here, b/c my finger feels all naked.

posted by Zuska @ 10:11 PM

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