Well, it happened...
I'm mopping the tile today and glance down at my ring
like I often do
(not that it's going anywhere - it won't budge!)
AND MY DIAMOND IS GONE...
I knew this day would come.
I've lost a few of the small diamonds before,
one I found and the others we had to replace.
But, I noticed a while back
that a prong broke
and then another was looking scary.
I would have taken my ring off, but...
(maybe I should have done that 30 lbs. ago!)
I start retracing my steps.
I didn't think I heard anything drop.
Did I vacuum it up?
Then, on the tile over by the couch
I see something shiny.
MY "BEST FRIEND" RETURNS!
John may think I did this on purpose!
And that's so not true!
Why would I want anything other
than what he gave me?
Now I just need to figure out how to get
the ring off my finger :o)
p.s.
John is my best friend,
not a crummy diamond - as the saying goes...
3 comments:
Aim I closed my hand in our front storm door and it badly bent my ring. I had my "fix anything" Dad bend it back into place. I don't know if that weakend where the diamonds on it were but I lost two small diamonds out of mine. I took it off and no longer wear my band, well at least until we can afford another one. I use to wear a fake on that finger but now I wear my mothers ring that has my kids names and birth stones. It means the same commitment to me for now.
Hope everything gets fixed for you and I hope John goes to Jared!
I would have freaked out! I'm sure you did! I'm glad you found it though...
Lucky, lucky! This just shows that housecleaning is not good for you- that's why I try not to do too much!
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