About 6 pm on Friday, November 30th we came back from getting our favorite meal El Pollo Loco. I walk to the hall closet to take off my jacket and I realized "IT'S NOT ON MY FINGER." For a second I got dizzy and then everything went dark. I look at my finger again and it wasn't there. No this couldn't be. What did I do??? Panic set in. I had to say it. I had to tell my Fiance what I discovered. GOD HELP ME.
So I quietly said, MY RING ISN'T ON MY FINGER.
He said, WHAT!!!!
I said it again, My Ring!! It isn't on my finger.
My loving Fiance went on a terror through they house, immediately asking the important questions. Where were you? Did you have it on when you came home? Do you think it's in your coat pocket?
I couldn't think the moment was too much. He was panicked and so was I. But I knew I had to get it together so we could get through this. His idea, we headed back to El Pollo Loco to begin the search. I just knew it wasn't there. For some reason I just knew it didn't slip off my hand in the middle of ordering food.
I looked every where in the parking lot. On the ground... in the flower bed... in the puddle. And My Baby he was in El Pollo Loco making an announcement to the whole restaurant (He's so sweet).
Nothing.
Heading back to the house. I was in utter dismay. I could not believe it hasn't even been a year yet and the ring my Baby picked out for me and purchased was now lost. I felt 3 feet high. I wanted to run from this moment. I look over at him and he's in shock. God, will this nightmare ever end.
I felt so bad. I even said sorry to him. It is the only thing I could think of to soften the moment. I couldn't let this stand. We had to get the paperwork out and see exactly what the insurance covered. We get up stairs and I just wanted to die. I keep looking. Babe is looking at his paperwork. Chaos resumes. My mind couldn't stop going over where I was, what I was doing and how in GOD'S GREEN EARTH the ring just slipped off my finger. I am constantly looking at my finger. Is this the payment I get for losing 28 pounds. I knew I should have gotten that ring re-sized. God Help Me.
I am looking.
I retraced my steps again. I looked on the floor. Then I thought look in the bag from CVS. Just maybe it came off when you pulled out the Cough Syrup. I look down and behold.... There it was. I didn't believe it. So I looked again.
There is was.
I don't remember anything after that. All I know is I called for my Babe and shoved it on my finger. He was so happy he screamed some appreciative exclamations as he hugged me.
He hugged me twice and kissed me. At that moment all I could do is... cry.
911 I found my ring. It's on my finger!!!!