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I have to be at work very early in the morning. Thus, I wake up at an ungodly hour every morning, long before Mr. Lemonade or our furbaby, Vida, even consider opening their eyes.
Yesterday morning started off like any other. I woke up about 15 minutes before the alarm went off, headed downstairs to start my pot o’ addiction and trotted back upstairs to continue on with my typical morning rituals.
After applying my face and picking out a suit for the day I rummaged through my jewelry drawer to find my pearls, watch and engagement ring. Pearls, check! Watch, check! Ring… um, not so much. The ring wasn’t in the drawer. So, I checked my second jewelry drawer, one that I use for costume jewelry. No dice. At this point I was starting to feel a bit concerned. I dashed back to my closet and checked the pockets of everything I wore the day before. No ring. Emptied the contents of my briefcase and purse. Again, no ring.
So, there we were at 5:45 in the morning and I was tearing through the house emptying drawers, tossing pillows and cushions, searching every crevice, nook, and cranny I could find to no avail. I must have uttered every four letter word in the English language and turned on half the lights in the house, yet the damn ring was nowhere to be found. As much as it pained me to do so, I had to leave for work so off I went with my left hand ring finger totally exposed and naked.
Once I arrived at the office I couldn’t put the situation out of my mind. I have a history of permanently misplacing things (read: losing them) and all the signs were pointing in this direction. Add to this the fact that my ring was custom made with a center stone that Mr. Lemonade had handpicked after many many many months of searching for the perfect one, making it kinda irreplaceable. The pit was growing by the minute.
Needless to say I got nothing done at work all day and rushed home as soon as my schedule would allow. I went into tornado mode once again digging and searching and freaking the hell out. No ring.
Mr. Lemonade suggested we order some food and chill out for the evening, reasoning that it would show up when I least expected it. I couldn’t believe he was so Zen about the whole matter. While he noshed on some super yummy Jason’s Deli, I let my soup go cold. I just couldn’t eat with this situation hanging over me. Did the dog eat the ring? Did it fall in the toilet? The trash? Where the hell was it?!
I ran upstairs once more to ransack my room one last time. As I passed my dresser I noticed there was a sweater air-drying on a towel on the top. A quick shake and guess what comes flying out at me? You got it, my beloved ring.
I usually hate it when he’s right. Last night I thanked my lucky stars (and vowed to buy a few ring holders on the way home from work).

reunited and it feels so good…
Have ever misplaced your ring or, heaven forbid, lost it?
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