A slice.

by Amy

After an entire day of showing off my wedding ring yesterday, I came home feeling happy and proud. I am a wife! I am happy and also, go-lucky!

I decided to come home and get right to work on my tasks for the next day – making a salad, making a sandwich, and otherwise getting my lunch ready.

Let me just state for the record that I hate big lettuce pieces. They always fold up on the way into my mouth and get salad dressing all over everything. Rather than eat my salad with a knife, I slice the lettuce into strips and then cut the strips in half. I love my lettuce like this, and it means salads are neat to eat.

Imagine, if you will, that your finger could have something you would call the upper right corner. This is where I got served my slice last night – on my ring finger. I cut off my fingernail and took a nice little slice out of my actual finger in that little upper right corner.

Today, if I show off my ring, it will look like I didn’t just get a new ring, I got a whole new finger… the finger of a ten-year-old boy. The nail is shorter than the shortest possible length, if you know what I mean. And let’s not get into the giant skin flap.

I never did claim to be graceful.