The Things We Carry

Usually when I bake, cook, or hardcore clean I take off my engagement ring to save it from getting stained, besmirched, or be-yuckied. I keep it in my little goose measuring cup.

 When I dishwashed and flan-baked I took off my ring, put it in it's little goose home, and went on my merry way.

But the next morning and the morning after that I kept forgetting to grab it. So, three days later I've finally remembered my ring and we are reunited.

It's funny how something material and so small can be so comforting and feel like home.

It isn't exactly the ring just because it's an egagement ring. It's a sentimental object.

(that and I lose things often.)