The worst day ever...

This morning started off with a cloud over head. I wasn't happy about having to go talk to a counselor (what for isn't important) and did so many things that just aren't the norm for me. When I was getting ready I decided to wash my face and put lotion on. Doing this required me to take off my ring since I didn't want to get lotion under the band. I put my beautiful white gold marquise cut diamond ring in my jean coin pocket and proceeded to apply my facial lotion, intending to return my ring to my finger promptly afterward. This whole process is something I never do. I actually nag my husband about taking his ring off when he goes shower because I'm afraid he'll lose it. (Which he has before, but we always recovered it.)

The series of events that followed this process just took my day into a downward spiral. I never took the ring out of my pocket. I left the house to go to this meeting and realized my ring was missing when I sat down. (Married folk will know that when you feel nervous you tend to twist your wedding band on your finger.) Immediately, I called Mario to look for the ring at the house. Before I'd left home I sat on the floor to fix Mollie's topknot, so that seemed the most logical place I lost it. He had to run to the store first, so we didn't check the house until an hour later.

We couldn't find the ring anywhere. I went back to the building where I met with the counselor and back-tracked my every step. Nothing. Mario moved the seat every which way to see if it didn't fall off in the car. Nothing. He gave up hope, but I couldn't let it go. After talking with my dad on the phone I decided to check the car again. I even put another ring in the same pocket and went through the same motions. When I sat down in the car was the first time the ring pushed out of my pocket slightly. So, I determined the most probable place for it to have fell was the parking lot, since we didn't find it in the car.

I told Mario I was going take a look while there was still sunlight out. Got Mollie in the car and headed toward the building. While I was driving I thought I saw my ring just beside the belt buckle. I looked down at just the right (or rather wrong) moment and ran into a high curb on the side of the road. The car jolted. I freaked out, jumped out and made sure the wheel was OK. It didn't look busted, so I decided to keep going.

I drove maybe 10 feet and the car was pulling hard to the left, so I got out again. Everything looked fine aside from some scraping. I tried to drive again and the car was pulling way too hard to the left. Something was wrong. So I drove back home and told Mario what happened. Tomorrow we'll take it to Sears to get it repaired. I hope it's not going to be insanely expensive. Losing the ring was bad enough. :(