So today’s comic had two different endings, but I couldn’t upload until I got to work to see if I could find my ring. Once again, it wasn’t my fault though. I was troubleshooting a high-voltage power supply, and the first rule of such work is to remove all jewelry (unless you want it perma-welded to the bone). Now, walking out without picking the ring back up and putting it on… I don’t think that’s covered in the rule book. What are you going to do?
Put it on a chain and wear it around your neck when it’s not on your finger or in my case, my issues with things on my fingers.
Nope. When working on HV, necklaces are verbotten as well. I need to hook it on my car keys, so I *can’t* leave without it!
Then the obvious answer is to leave it on next time so it will be “perma-welded” to your bone! HAHAHAHA
(My hubby lost his wedding band once…ONCE.)
Well, I’m fond of my skin, so I’ll pass on this fine advice… but thanks…
I have to say that was my first thought as well, Samantha, after finding out this happened by reading the strip this afternoon. Nice job, dear.
Hey, you’re the one who didn’t notice that I spent the entire night without it last night! Does this mean I have to wait another few years to upgrade to white gold?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAH! (Nice to “meet” you, Laurie!)
Dave: I think you’re about to be downgraded to aluminum (be glad they don’t make pull-tabs anymore).
How about this: if you lose the claddagh ring, you automatically agrees to get a ring TATTOOED to around your ring finger… said tattoo to have a very intricate celtic latticework pattern all the way around with the word “taken” entwined somewhere. For special occasions, we’ll glue gold glitter on it for sparkle.
You know, technically I have lost a claddagh before. Way back when in the before time… the long, long ago… I was given a claddagh by a girl. After that came crashing down around me, I was walking through my student apartment, and the thing flew off my hand and under one of my roomates’ dresser. I couldn’t move the dresser because it was full of his crap. This was right before end of the year though, so as soon as he emptied the dresser the next week, we moved the dresser but the ring was gone.
Probably should have taken that as an omen…
(Though I suspect my best friend, also a room mate, wanted me to come to terms with the fact that the relationship was over and got to the ring first… and probably dropped it down a sewer grate…
…and thank goodness he did because that summer I met Laurie! …and there was *MUCH* rejoicing!
Wow, Dave – I have a Claddagh ring, too. It’s got an emerald stone in the middle (so did my original engagement/wedding ring) where the heart is. I love it!
Great strip!
Got nothing bad to say about someone who loves a Claddagh!
I love the claddagh rings, they’re simple and not gender specific. I knew someone who lost her wedding ring ages ago–at thier 20th she was hoping and hinting all that year hubby would get a new one…she got a mountain bike.
Hey, Ratchet! Good to see you around. Wedding rings are nice, but a new mountain bike is *always* a good thing! Need a new derailleur on mine as it did not survive the last creek cross!