The Joys of Bogus Bling

It's an acronym just made for a government organization: A.S.S.

Yeah, my husband came up with that one — Absent Spouse Syndrome. He thinks it's funny. He would — he's the one who's absent. I am not nearly as amused.

He's in D.C. for a one-day conference, but he'll be gone for four — the other free time spent golfing, going to a Nationals game (or, as he called them the "Nats." Really? That sounds so close to "Nads," as in gonads. Appropriate, I s'pose) and more golfing. So I've been working, shuttling kids, refereeing (the many fights) and just trying not to collapse in a tired, wilted heap.

I decided I needed a little sumpin sumpin to reward my martyrdom. What better place to find it than Forever XXI, the adult equivalent of the drugstore I used to visit as a kid, where I could always find something to spend my meager allowance money on.

In this case, I went gaga digging around the ring bins. I've been in a ring mood lately and found some cute ones online, but I have no idea what size my fingers are. Stretchy rings like these take out the guesswork. Plus, in this trio, nothing cost more than $5.80. Money well spent, I'd say.