It’s official. I might as well admit this here too. I have lost my wedding ring. Yep. Weeks shy of our 7th anniversary. I have to come clean, of all the grrrs. My beautiful white gold ring with it’s blingy-bling diamond is gone. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating. I’ve gone through all the emotions and feelings regarding this already so if this post seems a little cold to you, know it’s not. I am really sad it’s gone, but there is still that tiny shred of a hope that I’ll find it tomorrow…
So, having had the whole teenage-single-mom look for the last couple of weeks, I have decided something must be done about that naked ring finger.
something more… permanent…
something I couldn’t loose…
like a…
tattoo!!!!
Yes, my friends. I’m finally ready to mark myself up. or ink myself up. whatever, you are getting the idea. Ben hates, I mean, HATES tattoos so selling him on this idea won’t be an easy one. I thought of going out and sneakily getting it, but then, let’s be honest here, getting a wedding ring tattooed on my finger against my husband’s will seems a little… wrong. Especially since I want it to say “beloved”.
I’ve been coyly hinting at getting this tattoo done every day. In the little subtle ways that only I have with him… ways such as, “Ben, I really, REALLY want to get a tattoo! Pleeeeeeese!!!! Pretty pleeeeeeeeeeeeese! I really wanna get it!”
and now, to a certain SOMEONE that can remain anonymous if they so choose to be… I am not copying you! I want wanting to have this done years ago- before you were married and got your matching ring tatts- but Ben wouldn’t let me!
Friends, I know many of you are so silent, but I need your support. Either tell Ben when you see him that I need a tattoo or e-mail him please. Or leave a comment here and you CAN BE SURE that I’ll pass it on. and if you think that I shouldn’t get a tattoo… well, let’s just say I still have comment publishing rights! 😉
Have a great week, ya’ll.