My husband is gone—again. No big deal, right? Remember, I'm green and bendy.
Well, this morning, I wake up from our luxurious bed having enjoyed it with the ability to stretch out for most of the night. Of course, that was before small children made their way in during the wee hours of the morning, but that’s another blog post.
Opening the blinds to let the sunlight in and then walking around the bed, I glance at something quickly. Almost walking by it, I suddenly stop in my tracks. Is that what I think it is? Oh yes, it was his wedding ring. He actually went away on a trip and left his ring at home. That *#$%@!&*&% !
This morning went like this:
He sent me a text message hours before I was awake:
Him: Good morning.
Me (hours later): hi love u hey, don’t judge my texting ;)~
Him: Luv u 2
Him: Yes. Why would you say that?
Me: (picture message of his wedding band on the table)
Him: Yeah, I know
Me: Don’t worry you’ll make it up to me
Me (again): Don’t even say u r not worried
So, ladies, what do you think? How should he repay me?
*Please, don’t anyone get their panties in a wad.. We often go without our rings. I’m not that psycho wife who demands he wear it all the time—no matter what you may have heard about me. I’m not really upset, it’s just in fun. Of course, if my beloved husband is reading this, it's not in fun, you are in big trouble mister. ;)