My Poor Husband Is Married To A Moron.

No, really. A couple days ago I was getting ready. Lately I've been using Claire's first nap to actually do my hair, put on make up... You know, things that NORMAL people do. Then I pulled out my jewelry box. I had a couple old rings in there that I never wear, but I thought I'd wear another ring that day. Well, I took one out and tried to put it on. Note: If you have to push and shove as hard as you can to put something on, it's probably not a good idea.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Much to my blonde surprise, I couldn't get the stupid thing off! I tried baby oil, soap, ice, cold water, everything and it wouldn't budge. After Ross was home, I had him pull as hard as he could and ignore the ungodly sounds coming from my mouth. It didn't work.

HOURS later, I decided to be brave and cut it off with a tool from our beloved tool box. I don't remember who gave us that toolbox, but that was probably the greatest wedding present we received. We used it to break into our home the first night back after getting married. And a couple more times until we decided to only lock our deadbolt, and only once we're outside. We've pieced together furniture, opened paint cans, and hung pictures. Now we can add 'undid one of Kate's dumbest moments' onto our list.

Poor poor Ross. I'll bet he had no idea the adventures he'd get himself into when he married me.