How Embarrassing...

A couple of days ago I stumbled across my jewelry box. Originally I was looking for an earring when I spotted my wedding rings. I haven't been able to wear them since I was about 5 months prego (I envy the pregos who never get swollen fingers!). Me being the stubborn dago that I am, I shoved my chubby fingers into my rings. Bad idea...at first my finger was fine but when I looked down a second later it was the color of Barney! I rushed over to the sink and ran my hand under cold water, I tried cooking oil, baby oil and Vaseline...nothing was working. Running out of options I put Wyatt in the stroller and walked to the library. I looked up the number to the fire dept which is only a block away from the library. I asked if they had some tool to get a ring off of a finger. Luckily they did. So I rushed over there and three firemen worked on my pathetic finger while I sulked with embarrassment. Needless to say each of my rings now have a chunk missing that now need to be sodded together. This is definitely a story to tell the kids!