Surprisingly, none of the lines in “Wrapped Around Your Finger” make a good title for this one
If I were to tell you that my wedding band feels a little loose, would you promise not to read anything into it?
Kate and I made each other’s rings at the Devil’s Workshop, as you may recall, and we had a little trouble fitting mine. I don’t want to bore with you with the intricate details of my left hand, but a rather large “knuckle width to finger width” ratio meant that we had to make the ring a little large just so I’d be able to get it on.
But I’ve never really worn any rings, and the more I get used to this one, the more I think I might be a good idea to get it tightened up. Either that, or get myself on some sort of finger-fattening diet.
Regardless of the situation, marriage is great. This is totally not a metaphor for any discontent in my life, so don’t go telling my wife that you heard me say that wearing a wedding band sucks or anything.
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