You Can't Take it With You

Hubby always keeps me on my toes and never ceases to surprise me with something that he utters in passing that might just bounce out the window without a second look if you aren't paying attention. It has been a bit of a joke in our house since returning from Ethiopia as to where my wedding ring went, if I even know where it is and when I might be putting it back on. I don't really wear jewelry, anyone who knows me, knows that the few costume earrings I own have never seen the light of day. I do have a few rings that I picked up in markets all over the world. I enjoy them because they remind me of the places and people we have met, unfortunately, the quality on many of them would not withstand a day to day wearing.

When we have traveled, I typically wear only the band we found at a little tourist shop in Scotland on my ring finger. The band is my "second" of three engagement rings (long story for another day about a pool, a missing stone, and a disgusting bathmat). Originally, I took my wedding ring off at the recommendation of others to prevent the "banditos" and other unsavory characters that lurk around every corner in the places we have travel from stealing it. Now that we have been a few places, and saw for ourselves that there is a greater chance of getting robbed in Chicago than in most of the places we have traveled, I began leaving it at home for another reason. Frankly, I was embarrassed by it. The places we have traveled have really opened our eyes to how much we really have and how little thought we give to dropping several grand on a single piece of jewelry. Or several more grand on a kitchen remodel.

So the shocker the other day was when hubby said something like, "I don't know why they don't just let people rent the engagement ring. That way, you could show it off to your friends, get the pic in your wedding album, but then after the wedding, trade it in for a simple band", In my case, the flashy diamond thing is in the past (and with my left-handedness, it was always a huge problem keeping it flashy at all) and I am now trying to figure out how to get all that baby food out of all the little prongs !!!

I have some thoughts on the matter that I am waiting to hit hubby with at the right moment given that our 10 year anniversary is less than 1 year away. After a couple Gallos (aka Famosas) we will see if his reaction is "Are you Crazy?" or not!