She Lost Her Ring, What a Ding-a-Ling

What happened last Tuesday night when YaYa mixed excitement with last-minute packing and a desire to make her engagement ring sparkle before heading off to meet her future-in-laws?

She lost her ring.
What a ding-a-ling!
And now, she's pulling out her hair.

That's right folks. It was midnight and I was finally attending to the last item on my "Get Ready for Florida Trip" check list. I had taken off all of my jewelry (two rings, a pair of earrings, and a necklace) earlier in the evening and placed them on a pretty, rose hand-painted saucer in the bathroom.

Now, I carried the saucer into the living room, sat on the couch, and poured the jewelry into a canister in a polishing solution, put on the lid, and shook it a bit. Following the instructions, I let it sit for about five minutes.

When I opened the jar and took the canister out, everything was present and accounted for--except the engagement ring! I kid you not. My engagement ring had vanished. What is this? Some kind of magic trick?

Okay. Funny. Ha Ha. May I have my ring back, please? Pretty please? Pleeeeze? Okay, this is not funny, anymore. I want my ring!

This story does not have a happy ending. Yet.

After concluding that I dropped the ring on the short trip from the bathroom to the living room, I searched high and low for two hours. I went to bed. No ring. I only slept two-and-a-half hours. Woke up and searched some more. No ring.

I left for the airport demoralized.

I actually had a wonderful time in Fort Myers with Buddy and his family, embarrassed though I was.

While there, Buddy and I developed a plan for how I could methodically cover every inch of the carpet, on my hands and knees, to find the "temporarily misplaced ring."

Finally, we joked, how great it would be if I had a metal detector. It could make this task less daunting.

Hey, not a bad idea.
So, if I have any fellow Santa Cruzan readers out there: Does any one have a metal detector they would be willing to loan me?

I'm desperate!