There is something on my left finger. It’s sparkly and gorgeous and very impressive considering I didn’t give the boy any hints.
But wow, is it weird. I never wear rings on that finger. Even the rings I wear on other fingers come off at the end of the day. Sometimes I don’t put them on at all.
Not that I’m complaining. No, sir. It’s just a bit of an adjustment to have this bling thing on my finger all day.
In the shower: Wow, soap is slippery; watch out for the drain!
Washing dishes: Hmmm … wonder if the grease is going to make it look dull?
Typing at my keyboard: Must … resist … staring … at the sparkle. Must … write … press release.
Driving in a car: Oooh, pretty ring in the sunlight … EEk! Watch out for that pedestrian!
Sleeping: Something is on my finger and it feels odd. Oh wait, that’s the gift from Leo that I kinda wanted.
Someday I probably won’t be able to take it off without a grunt and a little baby oil, but for now, I’m learning to live with it. Yes, it’s a struggle, but I think I will manage. 🙂
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