One of the side benefits of going on a restricted diet to try to identify what the heck new allergy I’ve developed is that after working off the holiday weight gain, I kept going. I’ve been hovering in the 150-155 range for most of the past year and a half, climbed up to the 155-160 range around Christmas, and have dropped down to the 145-150 range.
There’s only one problem: Back when I was fitted for my wedding ring, I weighed somewhere between 170 and 180. And it’s been cold lately, so my fingers are even smaller than usual.
This morning while making my lunch, I stopped to washed my hands. As I dried them on the towel hanging from the refrigerator handle, the ring slipped off, landed on the floor, bounced a bit, then rolled right under the refrigerator until it pinged to a stop against something metallic.
Ordinarily I would have used the plumber’s claw to retrieve it, except for one detail: I haven’t been able to find it since we moved. alenxa suggested using a BBQ skewer, so I took a flashlight, lay down on the kitchen floor, and looked for the ring. Fortunately it hadn’t rolled too far back, but I still had to flatten my hand and reach under the refrigerator to get the skewer far enough in. It took a few tries, but I got it back. Katie helpfully finished my sandwich while I went to change into a shirt that didn’t have dust all over the cuff.
To top it off, it fell off again at work while I was leaning my chin on my hand. It took a while to figure out where it landed, until I realized it had fallen into my shirt pocket.
New task: get ring resized.
Or make it a boomer-ring so that every time it falls it’ll come flying back. ;p
The puns are scare-ring me!