That dude calling you by the wrong name while you were in the throes of beating a rubber man into oblivion reminded me of a thing that happened to me in college. I was in an acting class that made us do weird exercises designed to help us tap into emotional extremes. I was partnered with this guy, who in the heat of the thing started calling me Colleen over and over again. Needless to say, I was disappointed that our exercise went south. And the real Colleen was extremely confused. 😂
My dad used to crush his lifting weights, so he stopped wearing after he went through a couple. Right now I wear my “mom” ring, which is a band my husband found on the beach that I don’t mind getting puke/boogers on. I wear my real ring for special occasions and will wear regularly again once my gremlins grow out of destroyer mode.
Probably? But I’m in no hurry to fix it. 1) My wife removed hers at the beginning of summer when it began feeling tight and she struggled to take it off. 2) a while back, I inquired at a jewelry store at the mall and it’ll prob cost a 2/3 of the ring! When I got married, neither of us were making much money as perpetual volunteers and camp counselors and aesthetically shared a simple is best vibe, but 3) I don’t really want to buy a new one either.
It’ll prob sit in a drawer for a while until I decide what to do.
My husband leaves his at home if/when he goes to the gym to lift weights because of squishing potential. I sometimes wonder if he gets hit on because he's out in the world ringless, but then I remember what kind of humanity he encounters at planet fitness on Friday nights and I stop worrying. I stopped wearing my engagement ring when I spawned, to protect them from getting gouged, but I still wear it when I want to feel fancy or MARRIED in public. 😂
If we ever lost our rings, I don't think we'd replace them with anything valuable. They were both on the budget end of the scale to begin. Maybe just a loop of dental floss or a twisted foil gum wrapper. That'd be cute. Or we could be hardcore and get them tattooed on.
That dude calling you by the wrong name while you were in the throes of beating a rubber man into oblivion reminded me of a thing that happened to me in college. I was in an acting class that made us do weird exercises designed to help us tap into emotional extremes. I was partnered with this guy, who in the heat of the thing started calling me Colleen over and over again. Needless to say, I was disappointed that our exercise went south. And the real Colleen was extremely confused. 😂
Are you getting your ring fixed?
My dad used to crush his lifting weights, so he stopped wearing after he went through a couple. Right now I wear my “mom” ring, which is a band my husband found on the beach that I don’t mind getting puke/boogers on. I wear my real ring for special occasions and will wear regularly again once my gremlins grow out of destroyer mode.
Probably? But I’m in no hurry to fix it. 1) My wife removed hers at the beginning of summer when it began feeling tight and she struggled to take it off. 2) a while back, I inquired at a jewelry store at the mall and it’ll prob cost a 2/3 of the ring! When I got married, neither of us were making much money as perpetual volunteers and camp counselors and aesthetically shared a simple is best vibe, but 3) I don’t really want to buy a new one either.
It’ll prob sit in a drawer for a while until I decide what to do.
I never considered a booger ring place holder. That sounds sweet. And fun. And full of story potential - an object to show the wearer’s expectations!
My husband leaves his at home if/when he goes to the gym to lift weights because of squishing potential. I sometimes wonder if he gets hit on because he's out in the world ringless, but then I remember what kind of humanity he encounters at planet fitness on Friday nights and I stop worrying. I stopped wearing my engagement ring when I spawned, to protect them from getting gouged, but I still wear it when I want to feel fancy or MARRIED in public. 😂
If we ever lost our rings, I don't think we'd replace them with anything valuable. They were both on the budget end of the scale to begin. Maybe just a loop of dental floss or a twisted foil gum wrapper. That'd be cute. Or we could be hardcore and get them tattooed on.