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Thursday, October 23, 2008A Girl's Best Friend...?I had just finished changing a poopy diaper -- a remarkably large load, I might add -- and was on my way out of the bathroom with just-washed hands. Little Molly, of course, had followed me into the bathroom (no matter how fast I move, she's always quicker). I scooped her up and began to smother her in kisses. That's when I noticed she was in the process of putting something smallish and distinctively non-baby-friendly in her mouth. I grabbed it before she completed the move. It was my diamond engagement ring. Now, I only remove my diamond ring when I'm making dough. I shower in it, sleep in it, and do every household chore imaginable in it -- mainly because, if I took it off, I would be sure to lose it. (You all know this is true.) Which means that the obviously dropped ring was the result of one of three things: 1. My fingers have lost weight. 2. My knuckles are shrinking. 3. Molly was born with criminal instincts. Since my fingers are as short and stocky as ever and my knuckles continue to appear at least twenty years older than the rest of me, I'm going to assume that my daughter couldn't resist the diamond. The poop was a ploy to distract me while she greased it off my finger with her own saliva. Yeah, that must be it. It was a stomach-dropping moment for sure. Because if Molly hadn't picked it up and decided to taste it, I'm not I would have noticed it was gone. And I can just imagine the sheer horror of looking down at my left hand and noticing the absence of the one thing I own that has real monetary value. Now I'm paranoid. I keep checking -- is it there? Has it slipped off? I'm still not sure how it happened, or when. Part of me wants to take it off and put it in my jewelry box. But if I do that, I'll forget that I did it, and I'll panic when I realize the ring isn't on my finger. I can't win. Maybe I should attach it to my wedding band with florist's wire. Or solder. And maybe I shouldn't tell Eric about this. Or...maybe I should stick to cheap costume jewelry. Oy. |
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3of my readers are feeling chatty:
Thank goodness she didn't swallow it.
um... eric reads your blog! :)
I had a similar experience once. I woke up and noticed my ring was not on my finger.
I found it on my nightstand. I have no idea how that happened.
I left my ring on the counter at my in-laws home. I realized this when we were more than 60 miles from their home. We called them and let them know. My father-in law found it in the garbage. Can you imagine? Hewent through all of that junk and found it in a little plastic cup.
BTW, I love your comments on Date Night and I referenced them in my blog.
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