Marital faux paus

I try to be a good wife, but it's hard sometimes. The hubby has the unfortunate advantage of being my primary target for most of my frustration -- even that which he does not create. So if I'm mad at a friend, or a situation at work, I'll come home and "talk" to him in a very loud voice.

Don't get me wrong, he's not abused and he's certainly not a wall flower. He has not trouble getting in my face and telling me to shut my pie hole. I couldn't have one of those husbands that lets his wife rule him with an iron fist. I like my man to have a streak of manly right down the middle.

The point is that I usually don't find myself in a situation where I WANT him to be mad at me -- as I was last night.

I have to blame it on lube.

I was creating a nice hand/feet reflexology routine for my friend K. I needed to demonstrate on someone and since the hubby's feet were right there, propped conveniently on an ottoman, I took advantage.

Before I lubed up, I slipped off my wedding ring (5-grand investment, people!) and left it casually on a chair.

In the morning, I noticed it was still missing. I wasn't terribly worried. I remembered exactly where I had left it. That evening, I went to find it and it was ... well.... gone.

I looked all over the family room, in the chair, under the rug, under the couch, in the toy cabinet, and it was nowhere to be found. I had to fess up, face the music. I had lost my very expensive, one-of-a-kind, made-just-for-me wedding ring. I was sick.

I told the hubby and he was surprisingly genteel. I repeat, he's not an ogre, but he does have some fire in him. I expected, and desired, a tirade. He was pretty confident that the ring was in the chair.

An hour and a pulled-apart chair later, still no ring. But he was still relaxed, he wasn't angry. But I wanted him to be angry. I felt stupid and useless and I wanted him to rage about my irresponsibility. He asked me again if I had looked under the rug, which I had. He pulled the rug aside, and then rolled it to the center. There, in the middle, gleaming, was my diamond.

Our cat likes to "play" things away. He will take something small like a rubber ball, or a hair bow (diamond ring) and push it under something until his little leg can't feel it anymore then he loses interest. Apparently, he found the shine too much to resist.

Just one more instance where pussy will get you nothing but trouble!