Kamel was out of sorts all weekend. He was anxious and distracted and easily defensive. I didn’t know why until Monday. Kamel hasn’t been able to find his wedding ring since… Friday, he thought. But now it seems he can’t actually remember having it since last Monday.
He is distressed.
Me? I know we can buy another one, no problem. It’s cool. These things happen.
But Kamel has ripped the apartment open looking for this thing, all while I’ve been elsewhere. He finally came clean while we were at work yesterday, while I was doing my best to console him.
Kamel: But I don’t want to buy another, i want the OG
Kamel: I’ll be crushed.
Me: the OG?
Me: hahaha… you will not be crushed babaloo [rhyming nickname I have no excuse for other than it makes me laugh]
Kamel: I always assumed you’d lose yours first
Kamel: I didn’t even make it a year!
Me: We’ll find it! [note: so far, we haven’t.]
Kamel: I’m gonna lose my hair, turn skinny, and wander lost looking for precious.
So, I think it actually happened. One of us lost our ring… and it wasn’t me! HaHaHaHa! Victory is mine!