Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Well...you see...what had happened was......

so I haven't blogged in a minute. Or a week....maybe even a month. Ok, dagnabbit, it's been about 2........ months. So I treat my blog like I do diets, I do it for a minute and it fades away. The novelty wears off. Anyways, it's not like I stopped having something to say, that's for sure.

Can I tell you about how my 16 month old took my wedding rings and by a series of unfortunate events, one got put in the trash? Before you give me an hour long lecture about the symbolic importance of my rings and how could I allow them out of my clutches, just listen. I am one of those people who takes them off. Everyday. I don't sleep in them. On more than one occasion I have had diamond marks cut into my hand from sleeping on them. Such a problem to have, I know. I also take them off to cook, or other filty, disgusting things I do on a daily basis. Like clean. Keep it pure, people.

So on that fateful day, I had placed them on the ledge, next to the counter because we were making cookies. My warrior child climbed up the back of the couch and took them, without me knowing. So the next day, (yes I didn't notice for a day, I was busy. I know, sanctity of symbolic rings, lecture, blah) I asked the husband if he had seen them. I started to get this feeling, as if I should look for them as if she had took them. I don't like to convict a girl before evidence can be gathered, so I still wasn't blaming the little one. I look in her little play area, and low and behold, there was the big ring, With the big diamond, the expensive ring. Is that bad that I breathed a sigh of releif, knowing that if somehow the band was lost for good, at least I had the more expensive ring? The are both very sentimental, I treat them equally, I try to give both of them my undivided attention... Well, then the husband says he threw away some stuff over there the day before, and we both thought the same thing, that the ring was tossed as well. So, my hero, in all his trash picking glory, went out and dug through the trash, so well a raccoon would be jealous, and he found the band! (Once again is it bad that I wanted take a pic of him digging through the trash? I couldn't because the CF card was missing but that is a whole other story. I am so happy and thankful that we found it, and reallllly thankful she didn't swallow it. Obviously for her sake, and I think poop digging is way different that trash digging. The girl is banned from jewelry until she's 23.

1 comment:

sarah said...

just read this for the 2nd time. hadn't read it in a while. and laughed. alot. i pretty much heart your humor. lol