I started writing a post about Onion days on Sunday. We had gone with Alyssa on Saturday and had such a good time. I decided to wait until after Monday to finish it because I was going to the parade/carnival with my sisters. I can’t bring myself to finish it now…for such a fun day it ended horribly.
I lost my wedding ring and I have no one to blame but myself. I don’t even remember taking it off but I did slather my hands with antibacterial gel after I changed Ella and I must have put it in my pocket while my hands dried. After that, I guess it fell out at some point.
I started out sad and depressed…very sad and very depressed. Then I was just angry at myself. How could I be so careless with something so important to me? Now, I’m angry at whoever found it. Why wouldn’t you turn in a lost wedding ring? I know why. Money, drugs, new shoes, whatever…I’m just so pissed off that someone took it, without thinking about how much the owner would like it back. I would never even consider keeping something that has such an emotional value.
I uploaded a bunch of pictures to flickr from Onion Days and I’m trying so hard to remember that it started out as a good day, but it’s not working. I know that a wedding ring is just a “thing”, that there were worse things that could have happened, but that’s not really helping either.
So, here is my very mature response to whomever took my ring: I hope Karma comes and kicks you in the ass. You suck.