Single Woman Humor or Where's Bob When I Need Him?

     I am reminded often that living alone has its dilemmas, as well as advantages.  This morning, I experienced one of those dilemmas.  As I was getting dressed, the clasp on my bracelet--the one made with Bob's wedding ring--found a stray stitch on my underwear, in the back, and refused to let go.  Effectively, my right arm was, more-or-less, handcuffed to my backside.  Eventually, I managed to undo the clasp and my right arm's confinement, freeing myself and the bracelet again--but not before having to wonder who I could call to come release me from the grasp of my underwear!!