Thank you, VA Beach fire department and rescue squad. my finger is free at last.
Yesterday morning, I found myself in a little bit of a pickle.
When I got ready to go out on Saturday night, I picked out a ring to match my new Michael Antonio Lovie Pumps. I remembered it was a little small, but it went on my finger fine, so I finished getting ready and hit the town without worrying about the ring.
perfect match, no?
After a fun night with Cynthia, I went to take off my ring. Annnddd.. no luck. I ran my finger under cold water. Still no luck. Butter? Nope.
I figured I’d try again in the morning… no big deal.
This is my finger around 2 p.m. on Sunday.
I tried every trick in the book. I held my (numb) hand in ice water, I tried Windex (the best method out there), I wrapped my finger in tape… and no luck.
After a cry for help via Facebook (what would we do without social networking?) my EMT cousin suggested I hit up the closest fire station to get it cut off.
thank you, Steffie!
So, after realizing my finger was turning colors all too quickly, I trudged up to the fire station and rescue squad near my house. Feeling a little dumb, I rang the little bell to open the door, and a nice fire man answered.
“Hi… uh, this might sound weird, but my cousin is an EMT… and she suggested I come to you… uuumm.. (gesturing to my finger like Julia Roberts does in My Best Friend’s Wedding) I kind of have something I need to get cut off?”
He grinned and asked if i wanted the ring or the finger off.
About 15 minutes, 3 cuts into the ring, and a lot of wrenching and pulling later, I was a free woman.
Did I mention this process took three firemen?
yes. you may cut my ring off.
So, the moral of the story is… if the Windex doesn’t work, hit up the fire station. It’ll save you a ton of money and time you’d otherwise be spending at the ER.
“mom, take it easy on the too-tight jewelry. I’d rather not wait for you in the car at the fire station.”
Other than my little mishap on Sunday, my weekend was a great, friend-filled one.
We celebrated our love for wine with our usual Tortugas Wine Night…
kisses for the chard
and a few of us attempted several group pre-party pictures…
carrot cake cupcakes with cream cheese filling? peanut butter pretzel truffles? bourbon balls? bruschetta? gosh..
And we enjoyed serious amounts of treats (recipe recap to come)!
Laura used her new bLyss Designs wine glass!
and Meggy and I snuggled and ate copious amounts of bruschetta.
“not until you’re 3, Chloe.”
Speaking of wine love, Chloe wanted in on the action on Saturday night. Cynthia and I decided that we needed to wait until she turns 3, (in dog years, that’s 21, yes?) so she’s eagerly awaiting that birthday.
so she chilled on Cynthia’s furniture while we had our Saturday night fun.
kisses for mama
Chloe’s found a new set of pet-sitters!
Here’s to hoping each of you had a stress-free, relaxing weekend… without a trip to the fire station.
And guess what else happened this weekend?!
soon to be Mrs. Doherty
Remember all the blog love Lisa-Marie got in my last post? Her boyfriend popped the Q and they’re engaaaged! Congrats to Seth and LM…we’re all getting so old.
What lesson did you learn this weekend?