Today in words:
For the last 24 hours, I haven’t been able to locate my wedding ring. It has been making me sick. Let me tell you about it.
We bought my ring at a jewelry store at the mall about 2 months before we got married in August 2008. It’s made out of tungsten metal and they had to order my size. I went to pick it up about a week out and it was a size too big. They said “don’t worry, we can just order another a size smaller and you can keep this one for your wedding and exchange it.”
A couple of months go by and I haven’t gotten a call from them. I went in and low and behold the jewelry store (chain) had gone bankrupt, leaving me with a size too big wedding ring. Being tungsten metal, you can’t size it. They apparently make it in Mordor somewhere.
Since I’ve worn it, it’s just slightly too big for my finger. I have to be concious of that, but for the most part I’ve gotten used to it.
Last night it somehow got stuck between couch cushions and I didn’t realize it. I thought it had gotten stuck in a glove at work and I had thrown it away. I posted my concern online today and luckily a friend of ours was over last night and saw that I was still wearing it after work. Thank God for women who notice wedding bands.
All this to say… IT HAS BEEN FOUND.
For the last 24 hours, I’ve really been stressed out about it. I’ve never been so concerned about losing something. I’ve lost my wallet which sucked and I’ve lost my phone. Something about losing something sentimental though. I can’t explain it.
What about you? Have you ever lost something that freaked you out? Anyone ever lost their kids at Six Flags or something? I’d love to hear about it!
(I’ll send a free OwenPye.com pencil to the most interesting comment left.)