I can't even get on my plain wedding band any more. And so I've been walking around with a naked left ring finger, which I haven't done since 2007. It's weird and now needs to be rectified because apparently it makes other people uncomfortable and, in turn, makes me feel uncomfortable.
See, yesterday I went to Target to tool around and see what was on sale. My Target has a Starbucks inside and I usually get a decaf mocha light frappachino to sip on while spending all my dollars. Yesterday, though, I had my first (decaf) pumpkin spice latte of the season and it was glorious.
Except for all of the judging.
As I walked up and down the aisles in Target, holding my decaf latte in my naked left hand, I watched people look at my huge gut and then my naked hand, and then my coffee... and I could see their thought bubbles: Look at this fat, unwed, caffeine-fiend.
Ryan says I'm making this up, but I can assure you - I was judged. In Target. It was a shame. I thought I could just suck it up for the next 8.5 weeks without a wedding band, but I can't. Clearly a wedding band doesn't make me more or less married, but I love my wedding bands and I miss wearing them. That's where this little guy comes in: