Isn't It Ironic....

Don't you think??

Irony, fate, whatever spirits out there that are at work sometimes have a wicked since of humor....

Yesterday, as I posted, was the 10th anniversary of our first date. After sending Raif off with a bigger than normal kiss and shuttling the kids off to school, I came home and spent the majority of the day doing odds and ends around the house - cleaning, riding my bike, taking a shower, making stuff for dinner. At my usual time I got into the car and was halfway to school when I looked down and saw this....

Yes that would be my engagement ring, bent prong, NO diamond. My heart sank into my toes, I almost swerved off the road and got violently nauseous all at the same time. Admittedly I have lost a lot of things but I have never lost anything like this in my life. The rest of the ride to school was done in mass hysteria.

I got to school stood up very carefully hoping to find that it nicely fell into my lap - no luck. Once I realized that it hadn't fallen out of the car at school I rushed in and grabbed my children and rushed back out the door - the teachers must have thought I had had some sort of nervous breakdown (which wasn't far from the truth). I drove home and tried to think of everything I did step by step the whole day to figure out where to look. Once I got to the house, I locked the dogs in the bedroom and tried ever so politely to explain to the kids why as much as I am sure they would have been a valuable help this really was something that I needed to do by myself. I sat them at the table with a ream of paper and their watercolors to keep them out of the way and went to find my needle in a haystack. I tried to systematically fan out from the corner of the house on my hands and knees with flashlight in hand. I meticulously searched every dog hair tumbleweed, every crack and every crevice. Once I had finished an area I moved the furniture there and began somewhere else. Through this the irony of losing my engagement diamond on my 10th anniversary did not escape me. Nor did I forget the ticking clock on the wall signaling Raif's imminent arrival. I had called him from the car and told him so he knew but actually having to face him was something I was dreading.

However after an hour and a half of getting very familiar with the floors of my house, believe it or not I actually found the sucker right next to the basement door. After another good sobbing session of relief I picked myself up, dusted myself off (literally) and put the ring and the diamond in a very large tupperware container.

What a way to spend my anniversary.....