Tuesday, December 13, 2011


I have such bad luck with jewelry.  I am always losing an earring or breaking a necklace.  Jeremy has bought me one expensive piece of jewelry (besides my wedding ring) and I managed to leave it at a hotel.  I was sick, and told him to never buy me anything expensive again.  He loves to give me grief about that bracelet, but always ends with, "At least you still have your ring..."  (This is the ring that I managed to vacuum years ago, and that we spent a good deal of money fixing.)

Well, Sunday at church, Lexi was holding my hand and said, "Mom, why your ring broken?"  Sadly, I didn't pay any attention to her.  I was talking to someone else and thinking, "How could my ring be broken?"  Didn't even think to actually look at the ring.

Later that evening, at a Christmas concert, I looked down at my wedding ring to discover that the diamond was gone.  I think I kind of went into shock at that point!!  I'm not sure what is worse-- thinking about the sentiment of it, or the money that just vanished, or the teasing I'm going to receive for the rest of my life.

The only good thing that has come out of this is that I have finally cleaned my very messy room, in an effort to find the missing diamond.  No luck.

At least I have an excuse never to vacuum again...