Almost

I almost lost it today. I took it off, thinking I was ever so clever, to wash my lunch dishes at work. The poor thing has been getting rather battered, which is ridiculous, considering I've only had it for a few months and in theory, am supposed to wear it for the rest of my life. Turns out, pearl isn't so much durable, as pretty. There's a reason why the slogan's not mother-of-pearl is forever. Anyhow, the pearl and even the gold has some small dings and scratches. I don't know about the pearl, but can gold be resurfaced like a table? I might need that in a few more months...I took it off so it wouldn't get banged up on the side of the sink (as I am wont to do) then proceeded to wash by cup and bowl. I marched back to my office, finished up a few tasks, and set off for home. Luckily, I was admiring my new necklace in the cloudily mirrored elevator door on the ride down, dreamily musing how my shiny jewels match so beauti...HOLY F*CK, WHERE IS MY RING??!!!!???!!!!!

Back up, quick like a bunny, heart pounding...and it was still there, perched on the toaster oven, right where I left it.

WHEW.

This is just the first of many, I'm sure...