Our rings are silver, and cheap, and readily available. Which is good because the SO is notorious about it and is on his fourth one. The last one I bought on clearance for $25.
I went and tried mine on, but it doesn't fit yet. Soon, I hope.
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Our rings are silver, and cheap, and readily available. Which is good because the SO is notorious about it and is on his fourth one. The last one I bought on clearance for $25.
I went and tried mine on, but it doesn't fit yet. Soon, I hope.
My rings have been stuck on my finger for a decade or so. I refuse to have them removed and re-sized. I will be able to remove them again one day. DH has lost 2 (maybe 3) really nice bands. I MIGHT get him another one this year.
So, I wrecked my car yesterday leaving the office parking lot to go home for lunch. Really unhappy with myself about it. I know better than to leave on that end of the parking lot because visibility is crap. And it was raining. So DH is driving it to the repair place today and I don't know how long it will be or how much it will be, but it won't be pretty. I'm a bit sore, but that is as likely stress and tension as it is being banged around. I'm hoping I can get away with my family not finding out because I don't want to think or talk about it. Except apparently here since I guess I have to tell someone how stupid I feel. No time for this.
I'm taking this as a sign I need to ride my bike to work more often, but it was raining, so I didn't.
Aww, Laura, that's no fun. Glad you're ok.
Oh Laura, what a horrible feeling. I'm glad you aren't badly hurt and I hope the soreness goes away quickly.
I smashed a friend's Land Rover...yeah, not a Toyota...into a pole in an underground parking lot once. My stomach was not right for a long time.
It's nice that the car is at least drivable. I hope the repairs are not too spendy.
I'm sorry Laura
It is a horrible feeling, Laura. But you didn't hurt anybody, so give yourself a break.
The guy who hit me was super nice. Even hugged me when we parted, which amused the sheriff. We were sharing an umbrella and stuff. He said it was much more pleasant for him when the parties weren't screaming and cursing at each other. The cop wrote me a 'failure to use due care' or some such thing ticket but told us that if the other guy didn't show up it would be dismissed because he didn't actually see the accident. Other guy said he was sure he would have better things to do that day than go to court. Sheriff also said to just use one of the cheap ticket fixer people and that I shouldn't show up either.
I just feel stupid because I know better than to exit that way because visibility is so bad. And now my car is wrecked.
Oh, Laura, honey. Hugs, and don't feel stupid. Between your boy, and the horrible bank, and stepping in to negotiate the incredibly difficult situation with your BIL's ex and your niece and the grandbaby, on top of all the regular stressors of running a business and just being a grownup in the world, you've been doing incredibly well under circumstances that would unglue most folks. You're so not stupid, you're stressed beyond belief and holding up like a rock star, and a wrecked car sucks but nobody was hurt.
And WOO to the nice driver! It sucks that the accident happens, but what a decent human being, in his reaction.
I'm sorry, Laura. I hope you feel better soon, and that the other guy's insurance takes care of everything.
We've had snow coming down all morning--big, fluffy flakes, for the most part. It's not supposed to stick, since we've been pretty warm lately. Then again, it was supposed to be rain until mid-afternoon, so who knows. I have the wherewithal to try a Greek chicken pie recipe I found, so I'm fine with hanging out and watching it come down. The cat is less thrilled. He cut our walk short after five minutes and has been alternating between licking his paws and giving me a "What is this f---ery, woman?" looks since we came back.