So. I can’t find my engagement ring. It’s somewhere safe, hanging out with my grandmother’s engagement right. I know this to be true because before we went to DisneyWorld I put them both somewhere safe. Somewhere so safe that I cannot, in fact, find them. Why can’t I remember where I put them? I’ve checked all the usual places, all my safe spots, to no avail. I think that I put them in a place and then changed my mind and put them somewhere else. But where?
All the words to the Humpty Dance, my brain has em. Where I put not just one but two of my treasured possesions? Nada.
Why do brains work like this? And will one of those Train Your Brain dvds help? Shall I see a hypnotist? Definitely prayers to St. Anthony who came through the last time I put my engagement ring somewhere. I know…I KNOW. Have you ever left your ring somewhere silly? And sweet jebus I promise I will never take it off again when I find it. I miss it. It’s pretty. I can remember the first time I saw my ring in a magazine and I said “real people don’t get rings like that.” But I did. And now I can’t find it. In the immortal words of Liz Lemon BLURG!
In other news I cut my own bangs yesterday and it’s great. Less Zooey more crazy first grader wields dull scissors. I exagerrate, but I am just batting a thousand over here. As my husband says, “Oh, Stearns. When will you learn?”
I guess the answer is, not yet.
Prayers for my ring, okay?