sillyberry
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Here is a story I just have to share on PS. This past weekend I was out of town, staying with friends, which means my routine was off. Well, at about midnight I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I brushed and flossed my teeth, then went to wash my face. I didn't want to accidentally lose my engagement ring down the drain, so I placed it on the back of the toilet. Then I went to the bathroom and got into bed with my book.
About half an hour later I looked down and realized - no ring. My FI was in the bathroom, so I asked him if he saw my ring on the back of the toilet. Nope. Very funny. Wait, really? Okay, I was sure it had just fallen on the floor. Nope. Okay, now I began to panic. Had I somehow flushed it down the toilet?
We began scouring the guest bedroom, covering every inch of the room, the bed, the suitcases, everything we can think of. When nothing comes up, we do it again. And then start crawling around on the floor of the hallway, kitchen, and living room, moving furniture and peering under everything we can find. We try to examine the toilet, but the j-bend isn't accessible without removing the entire caulked toilet (which we weren't about to do as guests with no tools in the middle of the night...although we did consider it). So instead I alternatively panicked and cried. We went down to the front desk, but they (understandably) couldn't get anyone upstairs in the middle of the night. I tried to sleep, but every five minutes kept getting up to look somewhere else, so sleep didn't come.
Finally around 8am my friends emerged and we got maintenance upstairs. He vacuumed up all the water from the toilet with the wet-vac, removed the whole thing from the floor. And...nothing. He also tried the sink, just in case, but it wasn't there, either. And neither he nor the plumber we called had any hope that once it was out of the toilet it could ever be found. At this point, I just gave up. My ring was floating in the DC sewer system and they could do nothing about it (I know, I called the DC Water & Sewer Department, too).
10am arrived, I got into bed and fell into an uneasy sleep for about an hour, jittery and shaky and altogether feeling awful. Not really the money (oh, did I mention we hadn't yet insured the ring?), but the fact that I had lost the ring my sweetie put on my finger when he asked me to marry him. The ring I stare at constantly, that puts a smile on my face, particularly while we're long distance and I'm missing him like crazy. It was gone. I had had it for a whole 46 days. Was it a sign? Were we not supposed to be together?
We had plans to meet with a real estate agent that afternoon, which I wanted to cancel, but decided that we couldn't sit around searching fruitlessly all day. On our trip I would spontaneously start crying - on the train, at the sandwich shop, when meeting with a friend (we were borrowing his car). Just tears I couldn't stop. I couldn't eat anything. FI was wonderful, supportive and consoling, even as I slowly but surely lost my mind, but I just wanted to curl up into a ball and weep for the next year. I couldn't believe I would have to go try on wedding dresses the next day without my sparkly.
We finally headed home, ready for a quiet night of moping. We walked in to the apartment and my friend walked out of the master bedroom and asked "will you marry me?"
Yep. He had my ring - found it in a pile of dirty clothes in his bedroom. A carpeted room I never sat foot in (although we had searched it anyway). How did it get there?
THE CAT STOLE MY RING.
No, really. We figured out that was the only answer. In that fateful half-hour the ring was in the bathroom the cat climbed up, took the ring in his mouth, and eventually 18 hours later it was found. I started crying, again, and felt relief wash over me. Suddenly I wasn't exhausted from no sleep, I was starving, and I was bursting with happiness.
This experience gave me a newfound appreciation for the ring (didn't fully know how much I loved it until it was gone), but far more importantly, for the giver of the ring. My FI is not a sentimental guy, but while I was doubting the world he looked at me and said "the ring is a symbol of our love. It is not our love." Man I love him.
And the ring is now insured. And super-glued to my finger. And not placed anywhere near anything connected to the sewer system.
About half an hour later I looked down and realized - no ring. My FI was in the bathroom, so I asked him if he saw my ring on the back of the toilet. Nope. Very funny. Wait, really? Okay, I was sure it had just fallen on the floor. Nope. Okay, now I began to panic. Had I somehow flushed it down the toilet?
We began scouring the guest bedroom, covering every inch of the room, the bed, the suitcases, everything we can think of. When nothing comes up, we do it again. And then start crawling around on the floor of the hallway, kitchen, and living room, moving furniture and peering under everything we can find. We try to examine the toilet, but the j-bend isn't accessible without removing the entire caulked toilet (which we weren't about to do as guests with no tools in the middle of the night...although we did consider it). So instead I alternatively panicked and cried. We went down to the front desk, but they (understandably) couldn't get anyone upstairs in the middle of the night. I tried to sleep, but every five minutes kept getting up to look somewhere else, so sleep didn't come.
Finally around 8am my friends emerged and we got maintenance upstairs. He vacuumed up all the water from the toilet with the wet-vac, removed the whole thing from the floor. And...nothing. He also tried the sink, just in case, but it wasn't there, either. And neither he nor the plumber we called had any hope that once it was out of the toilet it could ever be found. At this point, I just gave up. My ring was floating in the DC sewer system and they could do nothing about it (I know, I called the DC Water & Sewer Department, too).
10am arrived, I got into bed and fell into an uneasy sleep for about an hour, jittery and shaky and altogether feeling awful. Not really the money (oh, did I mention we hadn't yet insured the ring?), but the fact that I had lost the ring my sweetie put on my finger when he asked me to marry him. The ring I stare at constantly, that puts a smile on my face, particularly while we're long distance and I'm missing him like crazy. It was gone. I had had it for a whole 46 days. Was it a sign? Were we not supposed to be together?
We had plans to meet with a real estate agent that afternoon, which I wanted to cancel, but decided that we couldn't sit around searching fruitlessly all day. On our trip I would spontaneously start crying - on the train, at the sandwich shop, when meeting with a friend (we were borrowing his car). Just tears I couldn't stop. I couldn't eat anything. FI was wonderful, supportive and consoling, even as I slowly but surely lost my mind, but I just wanted to curl up into a ball and weep for the next year. I couldn't believe I would have to go try on wedding dresses the next day without my sparkly.
We finally headed home, ready for a quiet night of moping. We walked in to the apartment and my friend walked out of the master bedroom and asked "will you marry me?"
Yep. He had my ring - found it in a pile of dirty clothes in his bedroom. A carpeted room I never sat foot in (although we had searched it anyway). How did it get there?
THE CAT STOLE MY RING.
No, really. We figured out that was the only answer. In that fateful half-hour the ring was in the bathroom the cat climbed up, took the ring in his mouth, and eventually 18 hours later it was found. I started crying, again, and felt relief wash over me. Suddenly I wasn't exhausted from no sleep, I was starving, and I was bursting with happiness.
This experience gave me a newfound appreciation for the ring (didn't fully know how much I loved it until it was gone), but far more importantly, for the giver of the ring. My FI is not a sentimental guy, but while I was doubting the world he looked at me and said "the ring is a symbol of our love. It is not our love." Man I love him.
And the ring is now insured. And super-glued to my finger. And not placed anywhere near anything connected to the sewer system.
I'm so glad that you found it!!!
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