Aug 09, 2007 13:02
Last Saturday, I was at my jewelry chest, putting on my adornments for the day. I had my spinner ring that I always wear on my right hand (like Dean). I also wear a black jelly bracelet on my right wrist (like Sam). Over time, the black jelly bracelet has shrunk and hardened to the point where I couldn’t remove it. This was fine. I figured that even stripped of everything, I’d still have this bit of SN attached to me.
Because, hi. *points to self* Fangirl.
Anyway, last Saturday, I opted not to wear the ring. It was going to be hot and humid and I was already bloated, sure to swell more. So, I set it down…somewhere. I don’t know where. A ferret could have stolen it. A certain boy cat could have found it and decided it was a fun toy. But I’ve been without my ring for 6 days now. Then, last night, I grabbed my right wrist and stretched. I felt something loose on my wrist. The jelly bracelet finally broke. It was the first time in months I’d had it off my arm.
Dude, my subtle yet apparent vestiges of dorkitude are gone!
Surely, the gods will frown on this. Certainly I shall receive divine retribution for my lackadaisical ways. I’m going to have to ramp up the prayer and offering schedule. *touches naked right hand and whimpers*