Oh Man of My Life...

So, I know that about once a year I write a post about how much I love my husband and how great he is and wonderful and thoughtful and sweet, et cetera, et cetera (I really like spelling that out, et cetera) and while this is all very much true, today I must complain (a little bit). You see, ever since the day we were married and Jon had to get used to wearing his chain (aka: his wedding ring) he has developed a rather annoying and unfortunate habit of taking of his ring and flipping it between his fingers. He holds it upright between his thumb and index finger, and then snaps it down flat so it makes this horribly obnoxious little "snap" sound. He did it so much in the beginning that I've developed a tick whenever something snaps in my ear. What is this tick you ask? My eye will twitch and the hell-beast inside of me comes out for a split second. It's quite frightening, let me assure you.

Aside from my own disdain for this habit, it is also a terrible one to have with a wedding ring. You see, there have been countless (yes, COUNTLESS) times when Jon has been flipping his ring subconciously and has dropped it. Because it's a circle, it always rolls away into some unknown abyss and it can take anywhere from minutes to days to find it again. Some examples of places he's dropped it are in the car, in the grocery store, at school, at work (and if anyone here has ever been in a call center and seen those floors, you'll know that even if you find it you suffer a fate possibly worse than death by having to crawl on the ground looking for it!), at friends/families houses, and (my personal favorite) in the middle of a frozen lake sitting over a small hole in the ice. Now he's gotten lucky each time and has been able to find it. Like I said, sometimes it's taken a few days (like when it was dropped under the drivers seat and ended up under the fabric of the floor), but we've always been able to find it. For 5 years.

Until now.

Midwestern University orientation, June 2, 2011.

His second day of school.

A mere 2 1/2 weeks after our 5 year anniversary, and a mere 2 1/2 months after I had his ring engraved with my heartfelt message of love. (It said, "Catch of a Lifetime" - get it? Because he likes to fish? Yeah, it was cheesy but cute)

Jon was sitting in his orientation, paying very close attention to what was being said, and not so close of attention to his left hand absent mindedly flipping his ring, when the ring fell. And rolled. Several rows away.

Now because it was during his orientation, he couldn't just start clammoring over people to get his ring back, so he thought he would wait until after. Well, after that part of orientation, he couldn't find it. He has checked the lost and found several times, but no one has turned it in. (Sigh)

So, for his birthday, instead of a fun remote controlled toy of some sort, or instead of a fishing trip, or instead of round of golf, or a night on the town, do you know what he will be getting?

Not a new ring, that's for sure! I'm not paying for another ring for him to lose!

Okay, maybe someday, but not this year. :)

Or maybe if he gets a new ring then I get a new ring as well? Like a wedding band to go with the engagement ring??? Hmmm, so many possibilities here...

I think for now I'm just going to get a Sharpie and draw a ring on his finger (while he's sleeping!) what do you think?

 Exaggerated Anger

My Sharpie-Bound Husband

Well, until next time fellow cyber stalkers!