You might recall The Pearl Incident. Don't go looking for it. I deleted it permanently. Because it was really embarrassing. Let's just say it involved my pearl ring and some murky water.
I actually lost the pearl again, not too long ago. I noticed that it was loose, and like an idiot didn't take the ring off. A day later, the pearl was gone, with no idea where it could be. Brad took it to the jeweler who made not only my wedding ring, but my in-laws' as well, to have the pearl replaced.
Fast-forward to last weekend at the garage sale. We were sitting around waiting for customers and I looked down at my hand--the pearl was gone! Argh! How would we ever find it among all the garage sale junk? Besides I couldn't remember the last time I had consciously looked at my hand. Who knew where it could be?
I must be the luckiest girl in the world, because what did I see when I looked down at the driveway Saturday morning while the kids rode around on their new trikes? My pearl!
By the way, I've decided that the pearl ring is not an everyday kind of ring. I'm now wearing the plain gold band that Brad gave me when I was pregnant on that finger, just in case you were wondering.