Ring a ding a ling.

Last October I had to replace my wedding ring. I ended up finding a really nice silver band that I like a lot. The fact that it only cost $45 was a nice perk.

After I screwed up my ring finger knuckle years ago, and added a little (quit laughing) weight over the years, my original ring was nearly impossible to take off. Still, I managed to lose it, because I am THAT good.

Last year's ring was a size bigger, than my original wedding band, to make up for the still sore, and still fat, knuckle. Evidently it wasn't enough.

A month or so ago I noticed the silver ring was making my finger hurt. Because I am REALLY , really smart, I finally figured out that it was too tight.   Monday I took that ring back in to get it resized, but the design of the ring makes it impossible to resize. (OK, I bet someone COULD do it, but it is a $45 ring and the shop that sold it to me couldn't/wouldn't do it...)

So I traded the old new ring for a bigger copy of the exact same ring. This time I added another size and a half.

Now life is good. My finger doesn't hurt.  And so long as my finger doesn't mysteriously widen itself again next year, I think this ring should be around for a long while.