When I was a teen-ager I really liked rings. I still do but don't wear them as often as I would like, only reserving them for going out of the house. That's probably because I don't want to bang them against something while working in the house. You think I should cut back on the housework?
Well anyway, I had a bunch of rings I would rotate wearing. Every time I tried on a new one, I would pretend to be typing. Friends and sales clerks would ask me what I was doing and I told them I wanted to see how good it looked. The typing test was my measure to see if I wanted it or not.
When Jon and I got married, I hadn't seen my wedding ring until he slipped it on my finger during the ceremony so I quickly did an "air type." It passed with flying colors!
So while I was at Claire's with the girls recently, Charley called me over to show me an owl ring she thought I would like. I immediately put it on and took to the counter to type.
Yep, good!
