"I Will Never Wear This Engagement Ring Again."

Yep... You read that correctly. I did say that. I said it about 30 minutes ago to The Husband.

"Why?" you ask?

Because I damn near lost my engagement ring tonight, and I think it is a sign that I should not be wearing it out and about anymore.

See, I had a very busy day today. It started at 5:15am when I got up to meet my trainer. Then I went to work and got in at about 8am. I worked all day... Which consisted of a few meetings, a few crises, and a few people asking me for different things, all at the same time. At 5pm right on the dot, I jetted out of the office to meet my Pilates instructor for our weekly standing appointment. After Pilates (which ended at about 6:30pm), I had to head over to Exhale Spa for a facial and an eye brow waxing. And that's when my heart attack struck.

See, I figured the facial would be a great way to end the day. It is very relaxing. And during the "cool laser therapy" the facialist uses on my face for like 30 minutes, I nearly fell asleep. It was great. An awesome facial. However...

See, when you get a facial using the laser or the ultra sonic equipment, you're supposed to take you metal off your body. So earrings, rings, necklaces usually gotta go. I tuck my rings in the pocket of my robe, and hang then hang it on the hook.

Well, today, when I got up from my facial, I was so relaxed that I forgot to take the rings out of the robe pocket and put them back on my fingers! It wasn't till I got all the way home that I realized I wasn't wearing them!

I walked up the steps into my apartment... I open the door... I see my husband sitting in his club chair watching Sports Center... (It's his porn.) And that's when it hits me...

"YOU NEVER TOOK YOUR RINGS OUT OF THE POCKET AND PUT THEM BACK ON!"

I immediately tear up... I say to my husband, "I gotta go! I left my rings in my robe at the spa!"

I threw my bags on the ground and only take my purse.

My husband tries to comfort me with, "Honey, it's okay. No worries."

But I only caught part of what he said... Because my ass was out the door and on the street hailing a cab five seconds later.

Once I got in the cab, the can driver knew I meant business. And he had me back at the spa in about four minutes.

I run down the street from where I am dropped off... I dash into the spa... I yell something at the front-desk girls about leaving my engagement ring in my robe. I jump in the elevator (which takes FOREVER to move usually, and took an even longer eternity tonight)... I get downstairs to the locker room. I look in the bin where I had left my robe 20 minutes earlier...

No robes are in there.

I run out in to the waiting area. No one is there. I scream...
"Hello!?!? Is anyone down here?!?!?"

A pregnant woman comes from around a corner. She works at the spa.

"I left my rings in my robe just 20 minutes ago... And the robes have already been collected!" "Yes," she said. "Someone called down and said you were looking for them."

She takes me to the laundry area. We dig through the robes she collected. We search the pockets of each and every one. We get down to the very last robe...

And out come the rings!!!!

Yay!

I thanked her "very much." And I dashed back upstairs, thanking the girls at the front desk... Then I hopped in a cab back home.

As soon as I walked through the door, The Husband (still watching porn, contently) asked, "Were you able to find them sweetie?"

I flashed him my finger and said, "I'm never wearing this again. Between taking it off for spa appointments and for yoga, it's just too dangerous. And I've worn it for over five years now... It's time to retire it!"

He reluctantly agreed.

So I will only be pulling my ring out for special occasions. No more wearing it all the time. Even though it is insured, I just can't bear the thought of having something like that happen again.

So long ring...

Comments

Anonymous said…
that is so sad though! it is so gorgeous!

glad you found it!!!
nancy said…
Great you got it back! My friend actually took hers off at the gym and put them onto the machine she was working on. She literally turned around a minute later and they were gone. Very stupid thing to do on her part. Of course no-one saw anything.

Your ring is lovely - very much like mine and now I'm considering putting mine away, too.
Anonymous said…
My husband stopped wearing his wedding ring when he caught it on a nail on a door and ripped his finger open. I stopped wearing my engagement & wedding rings when I developed an allergy to the metal (who knew white gold had nickel in it??), and I haven't had a chance to get them replaced with something I'm not allergic to yet.

Luckily, my husband and I know we're married, and the lack of rings hasn't been an issue.

We do wear them for special occasions (usually weddings of friends and relatives), and it's actually an emotional thing to put them on again. Almost like getting married to him again... :)
Me said…
Aww... That's really sweet!
Frogger said…
Can I wear it?

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