I had a ring that looked like this. I looked far and wide for it when Leanne and I visited her grandparents in Texas last February simply because it resembled this ring. And I found it. The price was right and I was so happy, and then, it was mine.
I wore the ring so proudly loving how its size dwarfed my rather elongated fingers. Then, while doing dishes at the bank after our communal lunch, I put the ring down. The next day, upon realizing it was missing, I was dismayed that someone from my office, one of my trusted peers, STOLE my adored ring. I was most sore about this because I bought it in Progresso, Mexico (ole!), and would clearly never be returning there in this lifetime. It was irreplaceable. Sad face.
Imagine my surprise AND delight when I shoved my hands in my suit jacket pocket, searching, as is my daily quest, for warmth, and I FOUND THE RING. I put it on, felt its enormous weight and size, delighted in the fact that it had been returned to me so close to the dawn of my next trip with Leanne.
So on this, our "we only have 17 days left before The Big Thai" anniversary, I want to sincerely apologizing for thinking that someone stole The Ring. What an arse I was. Now that it's firmly back on my finger, awaiting its travel to Thailand, I am SURE this is going to be the trip of a lifetime!
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