|thank you, VB 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?”
|(best. movie. ever.)|
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 freeee 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?