Finding my rings

I really knew where they were. I took them off about six months ago when making a pie. They can make me a bit nuts on my hands. My engagement ring is a size 3 1/2. That is wicked small. My wedding band is a 4
My hands look like little sausages in the picture.
I decided to start wearing it again because a patient asked me out.
That sounds better than it was.
Because......
A- I am married and
B- when I say patient, the implication is that he is not well.
In all honesty people, if you have a bad heart.......I am SO not your woman.
When you reach the age of 57 you kind of think your hot days are behind you. I guess they are not..
(Ok this is where I really miss the strikeout thingy)

I bent over a older gentleman today to put his feet in the wheelchair foot thingys and he looked down my dress. He smiled and said "nice dress"
I wanted to say " yes they are!"
You know what they say: There may be snow on the roof but there is a fire in the chimney.
So I put my rings on tonight. (After digging the pie crust out!) I hope I can get used to them again. My engagement ring is different. Its a brown diamond. When it came time to pick it out I wanted something as different as I am. 32 years ago it was different, now you see them everywhere.
Truth is if if happened today, I would probably rather do what a friend of mine did and invest in Oriental and Persian rugs instead.
Tonight I put them on. Let's see if I become invisible to men again.
Ok
Not with that dress on.
It is almost midday down under and into the evening up north.
so goodnight and g'day.