Before John and I were married my mom and I were working in the yard. I took my engagement ring off and put it on the bumper of the truck. Sometime later John drove away, it wasn't until later that my mom and I realized what I had done with my ring. We spent a good hour combing the yard and road figuring it would've fallen off. When I didn't find it I was of course upset and worried. That is until John drove back up and would you believe the ring was still sitting on the bumper of the truck.
Fast track about 8 years to today. During lunch I walk into McDonald's, order my food, and realize oh no, I don't have my engagement or wedding ring on. I'm flipping out. Maybe it fell in my purse when I put my keys in there, nope. Not on the floor in the restaurant either. But wouldn't you know, it was lying right outside the door! Guess my key ring pulled it off. The wedding ring was twisted and missing a diamond, which I somehow managed to find, and the diamond on the engagement ring is a little pushed to the side. Guessing it was run over.
I was a little disturbed to think of spending the money to have it fixed, but then thought about how its better than having to have it replaced, and at least I wasn't wearing it when it met the tire of the vehicle in its path!
But, considering the odd luck I've had with these rings, guess its a sign I won't be getting out of anything. Not that I even want to, even though John did tell me I was just trying to get new rings out of him ;) So, for now, since my hand felt so naked this afternoon without my rings, I'll be wearing my mom's engagement ring and original wedding band.
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