Write a blog post inspired by the word 'ring'.
When The Mister and I talked about getting married, naturally, the subject of wedding rings came up.
We looked at rings online, and oohed and aahed at all of the bright and shiny (and expensive) circles of gold. He was particularly smitten with a white gold ring that was etched with Celtic knots. Alas, that fancy ring was not in our very modest budget.
I was able to find an inexpensive titanium ring that he said he was happy with, and he and I professed our love and fidelity to each other in a small ceremony in our living room.
|Look, we're married!|
The Mister's ring fit him a bit loosely. It wasn't so big that it would fly off his finger if he waved goodbye, but it was loose.
That particular day, The Mister went to work, like usual. When nature called, he went to the restroom to do what one does in an office bathroom stall.
Like flush his ring down the toilet.
When the ring pinged against the porcelain bowl, he reached his hand into the swirling maelstrom, amidst the toilet's "flotsam and jetsam".
(In this part of the story, I like to imagine that he was so upset that he uttered a common word that is used to indicate excrement).
Alas, he came up empty-handed - which was not a bad thing at all, considering what prize he could have grasped from the watery depths.
We had a good laugh (at his expense), and arranged a trip to the store to replace that traditional token of my love and fidelity.
Note: As we've been eating healthier since The Mister's diabetes diagnosis, we've both lost some weight and find that our wedding rings are getting pretty loose, so I wouldn't be surprised if one or both of us will be sending a wedding band to its watery grave. Rest assured that I will NOT be plucking anything out of the vortex.