Marriage is a big commitment. It's bigger than getting a pet. It's bigger than buying a car. It's even bigger than selecting a college (if you have such an opportunity). All of my friends kept telling me about the spiritual and emotional aspects of marriage. The wife and I went through the whole "pre-marriage counseling" and got all the appropriate nods. Both of us went into our marriage with simple expectations, not some grandiose Disney-type fantasy, and that made everything easier.
The one thing that was never pointed out to me was the physical aspect of this wedding ring that I wear. It is a "Benchmark" ring made out of some heavy metal (could be uranium for all I know) and was custom-made to fit my finger size at the time of the wedding. Now if I lose weight or gain weight, I have to buy a whole new ring... Probably not a good choice now that the food nazi has me trying to control my blood sugar and I'm dropping weight like a rock.
Today, like most days this season, it's about twenty degrees Fahrenheit outside. Our damn car has decided that it won't kick the heater on (I now have it isolated down to the car's computer -- how ironic!) and you can see our breath as I drive my beloved to work. All the while, I'm not wearing a jacket "because real men don't wear jackets" and so my hands go from a white to a pink to a red and then eventually an alien shade of blue. I can usually ignore this until I get back home (6:45am is too damn early to start calling anybody in my humble opinion). As I get an itch, though, as I always do under my wedding ring, I shift it around to reveal what could only be the onset of frostbite. Lovely, I guess. If my finger falls off, do I get the option of divorce? No doubt my wife would have me wear it then around a testicle, or on a pull chain around both.
I hope that soon I can get that fuzzy felt stuff that I've seen several men (who have gone from lard-ass to pleasantly plump) use to hold their ring on after they've lost a few pounds. Perhaps then it won't cause me as much grief in the winter. Granted it won't keep it from conducting electricity (zapped myself about five times in four months) or getting hung on a nail or some rough surface (did that three times in four months).
One of the biggest hazards so far with this ring is that I forget that it has a much heavier density than the rest of my hand. The day after the wedding, my beloved wife (with new wife smell) saw a spider on the inside of the car windshield. My first reaction (as proud hunter/killer of this new family) was to back-hand the little bastard. Of course, this reaction nearly took out the whole windshield, which even though my confirmed kill saved the fair maiden, it also made me lose style points.
Well, that's all I have at the moment... On to the witch doctor appointment.



