The Precious

Last summer, after a year without running and no prospect of starting up again, I was gaining weight. Because I'm a pretty slim fella, this wasn't exactly an emergency. But, my wedding ring had started to get tight, so I had it sized up a tiny bit. Then, last November I started running again. And now, six months later, I've lost ten pounds.

In the past month, my wedding ring has simply fallen off my finger, twice. Like, I moved my hand and my just ring fell off. I should've paid closer attention to that. Saturday, somewhere between Mad Max (awesome!), the Singaporean restaurant (awesome!) and the after dinner drinks, I lost my wedding ring. Almost 19 years!

Luckily for me, Mrs. lost hers ten years ago - so I didn't have to be the first.