So all day I kept looking down and kept having mini heart attacks. “(sharp intake of breath) I lost my ring, oh wait, it’s at home (big sigh of relief).”
Beware TMI ahead!
The bathrooms at work have these little lights above each stall. So I am not going to lie, every time I go to the restroom, I sit there and stare at my ring. I missed doing that today.
So here I sit, ring on my hand, scotcharoo in my belly, relaxing and soooo happy its Friday!