I haven’t been able to find any of my rings for months and months, and tonight I finally found them. Where, you ask? Oh, well, they were in my jewelry box, thank you for asking. Novel concept, eh?

It’s not like they were super expensive or anything, but they were trinkets from my boyfriend (not, ahem, an engagement ring or anything.). There were also a few that were my mom’s in the 70s, funky retro ones. Needless to say, I’m not telling my boyfriend where I found them. In fact, I doubt he noticed I wasn’t wearing them.

Although, when I do wear the one with my birthstone, which is a pale topaz , people always stop and ask me if it’s an engagement ring. Then I would cry. So I had to switch it to my left hand.