Weddingbee Blog

I don’t think it was ever a doubt in either Mr. Peng’s nor my mind that I would come tragically close to losing my wedding or engagement ring.  In a way, it was kind of a stupid idea to buy me anything of such great monetary value. I’ve never worn jewelry in my life, and I had always said to Mr. Peng that my engagement ring would be the first and last expensive piece of jewelry that he’d ever buy me. (I always knew I wanted a fairly plain wedding band… I ended up getting an eternity band which was pretty expensive for us, but not over-the-top.)

Yesterday we were finishing up some home improvement projects, and took a banister outside to our parking lot to paint it white.

Here’s where the story gets stupid.

I took my wedding and engagement ring off and set it on the hood of my car.  I remember when I did it, I thought, “Well this is frickin’ stupid.” But I did it anyway, thinking that just because I said had said three or four times in my head, “this is stupid,” that I would totally remember that I had set them there.  We ran out of spray paint and hopped in the car to go get some more.  You know where this is going.

We drove about 2 miles until I screamed, “HOLY SHIT,” and looked on the hood of the car, where, miracle of miracles, my engagement ring was still there. (It was literally sliding around as we pulled over. OMG.)  But of course, my wedding ring, which must weigh about 2/3 less than my engagement ring, was gone.  Mr. Peng dropped me off right there and I walked a slow and painful walk home, straining my eyes into the busy streets to see if I could find it.  He drove home to check to see if it fell in our parking lot, and to take the opposite walking route as I did.  We never found it… he even got the genius idea to place 4-5 washers on the hood of our car and drove the route a couple times with them there, to see where they would fall off.  Every time one fell off he’d pull over and scour the area.

So, we kept this up for hours until it got very dark.  I was surprised that Mr. Peng was not mad at me.  I can’t honestly say that I’d have been as patient with him had the tables been turned and I feel very ashamed to admit that.  When it finally got dark and we could search no more he hugged me and said that I’d almost made it 6 months, and that we could get another ring if I wanted.  He said he wished he made more money so that it wouldn’t be a big deal to just run out and buy one, and that just about broke my heart.

Anyway, I don’t think I’ll get another wedding ring.  It’s not even that the ring is irreplaceable or that it is an expense that I don’t feel like us having… it’s that I just don’t really care enough to have another ring, no matter the cost.  If I did replace it, I would regard it just as I would have my original ring, so it’s not like I’d feel the shame of it not being my “real” ring.  I dunno… I’m not sure what my feelings are behind not wanting another one.  Maybe I just know it’s another thing I’ll probably lose.  I’m married now, so the physical presence of Mr. Penguin can just substitute for the ring.  It does feel a bit funny just wearing my engagement ring now, though… like I moved backwards in time.

I guess the lesson I sadly had to learn was to never never never ever remove my rings outside of our own home.  Not at the gym to put on lotion, not at a friend’s house to help do the dishes, and NOT in a frickin’ parking lot. Idiot.

Well, it was a fun 5 months.

Have you had any close calls with your rings?