My Wedding Ring has magical powers.
I had no idea until today.
The prong on my engagement ring somehow got bent, so I dropped it off at the jeweler’s to get repaired yesterday. Since I had to take it in, we decided that Chris and I both needed newly re-coated and shiny wedding bands as well, so I left all three of our rings.
I walked out of the jewelry store thinking about how awkward, weird and naked I felt without my wedding bands. And it wouldn’t be until THURSDAY before I got them back.
I got to my car, and as I was getting Ali buckled into her seat, a truck with tinted windows slow-rolled by. The passenger window was down, and from the out-of-sight driver’s seat, I hear a low, growly, rednecky voice say,
“Lookin’ goooood, baby.”
He then proceeded to do two more laps around our parking lot aisle.
The irony of his timing could not have been coincidental, despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly have seen that I had no ring on.
I guess that the Redneck Eye of Sauron can sense when I’m without my ring, and Billy Bob the Ringwraith immediately closed in on me on his steed, the Chevy Silverado.
I think I’ll stay indoors until Thursday.