Friday afternoon before leaving work I realized my center stone was askew. A quick-thinking coworker told me to put the ring in a baggie, and good thing she did--- by the time I got home a prong was completely broken off and the center stone was completely out of the ring.
We took it to the jeweler on Saturday and as he was examining it, he said, "Wow, the prong's completely off. Oh, this is platinum. Yeah, that's really hard to do. You probably knocked it on something at just the right angle..."
Yeah, thanks, trust me of all people to break a platinum ring. Our bathrooms at work require one to scan their badge for the door to unlock. I'm pretty sure I whacked my hand against the heavy-duty door jam there. I'm so pissed at myself! FI just keeps making fun of me for being a klutz. I usually tell him (after knocking my hip, my toe, tripping, or whatever) how klutzy I am and he always says, "Oh, you're not a klutz." How ya like me now!?
I'll be without the ring for a week and it feels so weird. I'm actually worried people will notice (a friend noticed) and speculate something's wrong and we called off the wedding or something.
Am I the only klutz here or....?
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