Lost and Found

This is horrible to publicly admit, but I have lost my wedding ring more times than I can count. Usually it turns up in a day or so at the bottom of the washing machine or in a pocket of my purse. It's not my fault, I promise. The design is just so open and intricate that I take it off a lot to keep from getting lotion and goop stuck in it. I swear I only take it off to protect it. The problem is that I get sidetracked all too often and will forget to put it back on right away and then lose track of it.

Last night I'd had enough. I just had this feeling it had to be in my closet somewhere. I pulled all my shoes off the floor tipping them upside down and shaking them like a crazy person. It had to be there. Somewhere. Then I pulled out my shoe cubby thinking maybe it had fallen out of a pair of pants and behind the wood cabinet. Nope. Going against what all my common sense was telling me I started pulling the shoes out of the cabinet to look in each cubby. (stupid me, I started at the top for no reason) It wasn't until I got to the 10th compartment that I saw it ... back in the dark corner, shivering and afraid. We smiled at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.I just don't understand how it ended up there of all places. In my closet. In my shoe cubby. Way the heck behind a pair of wooden sandals I haven't worn in over a year because they make me sound like a horse clomping around. How do you explain that one? Leprechauns? Evil house elf? Whatever it was it couldn't keep us apart. I was so glad we found each other. I immediately burst into tears and said a long prayer of thanks. We enjoyed the evening together and had a great day getting reacquainted. Isn't she lovely? I love her white gold goodness. She's my perfect jewelry match!