doid: Adventures of the lost engagement ring and Bert

Really fast.

Yesterday (Saturday) was the day I will always remember as the day I lost my engagement ring. You know, the one that was custom made for my small dumb fingers and had my grandmother's pink sapphire stone (worth $3,000)? Yeah. LOST IT.

Zac was out and about playing video games with his friend; I stayed home, baked muffins, and played Scrabble with my madre. Sounds like a homegirl kinda night, right? WRONG. As I was webcamming with mommy, she noticed my engagement ring wasn't on my right ring finger. I looked and totally freaked out. We finished the call and I got up to turn the house upside down for the ring. I even tore apart the deliciously warm blueberry muffins thinking I may have baked my ring...No such luck. Then came the realization it may have fallen down the bathroom sink...

I FREAKED OUT.

I screamed.

I cried.

I may even have let out a few choice words.

I prayed and apologized for those words, then asked for help to find the ring. haha ><

Then I paced the house (I don't have a phone currently, so I couldn't call Zac to come save me).

He came home at midnight, I told him the situation, then we took apart the pipes below the sink. We called Emily and Tim. They came over, Tim helped Zac out with the sink, Emily sat with me on the bed and held me while I cried. My engagement ring is like a direct link to my grandmother-I never knew her, so any connection I can have to her is...well, you get the idea.

On goes the night.

Tim and Zac both affirm that the ring couldn't have gone all the way through the piping and into the wall. It just isn't physically possible because of how heavy my ring is. We eventually say goodnight to Emily and Tim, I fall into bed, not wanting to think or feel anymore, and Zac stays up looking. I fell asleep at 2 am. Zac stayed up until 4:30 am looking and trying all sorts of experiments on the bathroom sink but to no avail.

We wake up at noon, with church starting in half an hour. Needless to say, we were unsure if we wanted to go to church, feeling grumpy and tired. But I hopped in the shower, Zac got dressed, and we flew out the door.

In church we were reminded it was fast and testimony meeting, so I immediately opened my fast with the hope of finding my ring. Church was amazing, btw. :] Then we came home, exhausted.

Zac heated up some left over pizza for himself in the oven, while I warmed mine up in the microwave. We both weren't paying each other much attention then all of a sudden...

"CHELSEA, LOOK."

I turned and saw my adorable husband holding my engagement ring!

IT WAS IN THE OVEN MIT HE USED FOR HIS PIZZA.

HOLY COW.

I stood in shock, mouth hanging open, and let out a small sob. Zac pulled me into his arms. Pure happiness right then. :]

Conclusion: While I was taking my muffins out of the oven, the ring slipped off into the oven mit.

Case closed.

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Now onto happier things, yeah?
Our home is currently getting more festive...