Since we have moved to our new home I have failed to find my camera usb cord. I just love moving, losing clothes, house hold items, dvd's and not just this move but all of my previous moves combined. Anyway enough rambling. So till I find the black beauty I have no pictures to share.
However tonights story has no need of pictures... I have never felt so sick to my stomach before.
I had just chowed down on some sonic and drinking a delicious strawberry limeade, completely full and went back to cutting hair. As I look down to begin cutting the top of my clients hair I see that my wedding ring is no longer on my finger. For a second I feel like I'm going to loose my lunch all over my client, and then I think oh, well maybe just maybe I'm delusional and forgot to wear it today. But sure enough from the slight imprint lines around my finger I knew I really had worn it today. I hurried and finished the cut and frantically looked around my station, the computer, ran to the back room almost in tears. I sat there thinking what and how was I supposed to tell Ryan I lost my wedding ring. Insert major anxiety at this point. I sat there praying that it would be found that some miracle would happen and I would have it back and promised to never take it off at work again.
And did that miracle happen? well...not quite. I look to my left to where my purse lay and to my amazement on top of my yellow wallet lays my ring next to my lotion that I had put on before my hair cut so I wouldn't smell like food. Looks like coloring my hair brown doesn't take away the ''blonde moments'' after all.
Lessons learned: 1. I need more sleep so I actually remember what I did 5 minutes before
2. I will never never take my ring off at work again. I tend to do it when I put in mens sticky gel in their hair.
ohhhh, I'm so glad you found it! I so know the feeling of panic and the dread of telling your husband you lost something so tiny, yet so expensive! I had a scare like that last summer - I thought Fitz had knocked my engagement ring (you know, the pretty part, not the plain wedding band part) either down the sink drain or into the trash can, which I had already raced down to the dumpster, which had just been picked up by the garbage truck. I tore my bathroom apart! and didn't find it. And then I came back later and found the ring standing on end against the toilet.
ReplyDeleteAfter more than 30 years I can say I've done than more than too many times. I have *usual* places I put it and I check all of those first. Then I have the handful of *unusual* places. The last time I lost it was on our 25th anniversary. Hunted everywhere and was just sick, sick, sick. A few days later, just as we were touching down in Mexico for our anniversary trip he pulls out my rings with a new anniversary band. HE'D taken them to get them cleaned and sized with the new band. I didn't know whether to cry for joy or punch him.
ReplyDeleteoh man Kristine I would have died! definitely would have given him a small punch than kiss after haha. Oh Jeni I will definitely keep that in mind when I have to kids to make sure to keep my ring up high whenever it is taken off haha.
ReplyDeleteI am a little obsessive with making sure where my ring is...it's either in 2 places at my home. No matter what I'm doing, whether I'm getting my hands messy in the kitchen, exercising, showering, doing yardwork...I ALWAYS put it in either of those places so I'm not searching around for "where I saw it last". Knowing how forgetful I am, I try to prevent a bad situation. :)
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