It's cold outside, but it's hot in herrrrrrrrrre with Maria snoring on my lap. She's like a hot water bottle that leaves your lap to leak pee every 30 minutes.
Took Dogums to her first puppy class last eve, and not to be outdone by 8 darling animals, suffered a minor panic attack when my swirly silver lovely ring got stuck on my undeserving middle finger.
I did everything: hand in cold running water, hand in snowbank, hand over head, hand and butter, hand and freaking-out run around the apartment. You know what worked? Hand in lotion. Thanks, lotion! You kept my ring supple and unbroken by the medical technician's axe.
To be fair, I would have kind of enjoyed the excuse to leave work this morning: "Hi Cindy, I need to take a sick day. My ring is stuck and I think I should have it removed by a professional. Back tomorrow! Thanks!"
Exhibit A: (More Microsoft Paint Art. I know. You get the story and the shitty visual. It's like a gift with purchase!)
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One time while my father was in an induced coma his wedding ring got stuck on and looked like it was going to cut off his finger circulation. So a really bored nurse's aide spent like three hours working it off with lotion and a string. That lady was my hero. He'd only been widowed two weeks, cutting the ring off would've been symbolically rough.
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