Coincidences

For our wedding anniversary back in December my hubby decided to get me a new wedding band. Mostly because I had been hinting at one for a while. He kept telling me to get one and I kept procrastinating. Nothing new there. So on the eve of the anniversary he dragged me to Macy's so we could choose one. That might sound very easy, but it isn't. Not the dragging me to Macy's part, but the choosing one. If he had is way I would be sporting a big rock, a diamond able to cut glass at several of Macy's storefronts. Me on the other hand would much rather have a simple gold band that is as simple and innocent as possible. Much like the one I use, but like half a size bigger, just to accommodate my not slimming down.
And then the browsing and trying stuff began. Poor sales guy must of been cursing the day he met us, but he was a sweetheart and sucked it up.
We finally narrowed down the search to two options. One that I loved and he tolerated and one that he loved and I was OK with. I caved in and chose the one he loved. Slightly more shiny and bigger, but nothing i can't handle with some getting used to. And surprise surprise... it was too big for me! Must of tried 20 different rings, all that perfectly fit me... and he chose the one that needed to be resized! Fine, i can wait the 3 weeks the guy mentioned...
Fast forward 3 weeks...
And no call to pick up the ring!
A month goes by. And yesterday I actually call to check on it. It is just starting to bug me, since I have to pay the credit card bill and not a fan of paying for stuff I don't have.
Yesterday afternoon the ring "wasn't ready yet". Bummer...
This morning i get a call before 10 saying the ring is ready to be picked up! Don't want to sound paranoid, but isn't that a big weird coincidence? I will try not to think that the ring has been sitting there, all alone and feeling left out because no one called me to pick it up... The poor thing...
And now that i vented about this totally dumb and self absorbed topic, I can get to work and/or read the news, whatever happens first.