Jack squished his wedding band the other day when he was sliding closed his closet door a little too fast so he used his hand as a bumper between the door and the door frame so it wouldn’t make a big bang! and wake me up. He didn’t realize he’d semi-flattened his ring until the end of the day when he finally took it off, his finger was hurting so badly; it took him until the next morning to piece together just how he’d done it.
So, until he has time to get a jeweler he’s just wearing the ring on a necklace I made for him last spring.
How sweet is that? He damages the token of your bond, but he does it in the process of actually LIVING the bond by trying not to wake you. Like my husband always says, Love is a verb, baby; love is a verb.
please don’t kick my ass for saying so, but your husband is all kinds of hot.
definitely think about a calendar.
k.
…now I am thinking that sounded lecherous. And tacky. Oh dear.
I was fervently hoping that was your husband’s chest and not yours.
I mean, I like myself a hairy chest – no problem. YUM-O. Just only my man, not myself.
Know what I mean, Vern?
It is ok Kyran, we all find him hot.