Let me first say that I am not a jealous person. I'm not a closeted jealous type, either. I don't have a jealous bone in my body. I usually hate to use cliches too, but I will make an exception here. I am the person who makes fun of people with jealousy issues, clearly they are getting ripped off by their therapist. Mr. Right has not seen a nano second of jealousy from me. Besides, I'm the hot one.
I used jealous 5 times in that paragraph.
This brings me to my point. Why, oh why, does Mr. Right insist on constantly forgetting his wedding ring? Before he leaves the house. For a PMI class tonight. And alot of other days.
I was enjoying my alone time at home tonight, looked up from the kitchen sink, and there it was, sitting on the window sill. Mocking me.
I couldn't resist, I had to call his cell phone and leave him a message asking how his class went without his wedding ring.
I also had to tell him when he got home that his ring is actually a babe magnet, maybe he should wear it once in a while.
It's such a nice ring too, I don't get it. Not as nice as mine, but nice.