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I lost my engagement ring last night.
First, I was seriously angry, then freaked, then manic in my search. I'm still back to "angry," but with some sleep under my belt and a list of facts, I feel only slightly better.
Things I know:
- I took it off to shower around 6:30. Put it back on after my shower.
- I went to get changed for bed, and it was neither on my hand nor in my pants pocket.
- I was only in four rooms of the house (bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom) between 6:30 and bed.
Logistically speaking, it couldn't be in the kitchen sink or the toilet, as both have measures preventing it. There was a small chance that if I took it off to wash my hands in the bathroom, it could've slipped down that drain, but it would've had to be oriented *just so* and fallen while I was washing my hands, which I would've noticed. I slipped a wire hook into the U-bend, just in case, but I got nothing but hair.
Deduction: The ring is somewhere in my apartment, within those four rooms. Of course, that list includes the three most cluttered rooms in my goddamn house.
Theories I have so far:
- It's fallen into the couch where I sit to type, and a more thorough search than I did last night will turn it up
- It fell out of my pants when I took them off, and is somewhere in the pile of laundry
- It fell in the living room, and Elsa swallowed it/hid it somewhere/buried it in her litterbox
- I put it somewhere safe where I wouldn't forget it
I'm so upset with myself for misplacing it. It is both comforting and infuriating to know that it's within four rooms that I've already searched, and I've found nothing.
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elenuial seems much calmer than I am, saying that it'll turn up and it's just "stuff." It's my engagement ring, goddamnit. I want it back now. I love that ring.
Any tips on finding something so small? I have this horrible anxiety now that I carry with me, and it's turning me into an oversensitive monster. I have a suspicion that I'll continue to be a horrible human being until I find it again.
EDIT: RING FOUND! =D =D =D It was in the clothes pile WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND IS NOT SURPRISED
First, I was seriously angry, then freaked, then manic in my search. I'm still back to "angry," but with some sleep under my belt and a list of facts, I feel only slightly better.
Things I know:
- I took it off to shower around 6:30. Put it back on after my shower.
- I went to get changed for bed, and it was neither on my hand nor in my pants pocket.
- I was only in four rooms of the house (bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom) between 6:30 and bed.
Logistically speaking, it couldn't be in the kitchen sink or the toilet, as both have measures preventing it. There was a small chance that if I took it off to wash my hands in the bathroom, it could've slipped down that drain, but it would've had to be oriented *just so* and fallen while I was washing my hands, which I would've noticed. I slipped a wire hook into the U-bend, just in case, but I got nothing but hair.
Deduction: The ring is somewhere in my apartment, within those four rooms. Of course, that list includes the three most cluttered rooms in my goddamn house.
Theories I have so far:
- It's fallen into the couch where I sit to type, and a more thorough search than I did last night will turn it up
- It fell out of my pants when I took them off, and is somewhere in the pile of laundry
- It fell in the living room, and Elsa swallowed it/hid it somewhere/buried it in her litterbox
- I put it somewhere safe where I wouldn't forget it
I'm so upset with myself for misplacing it. It is both comforting and infuriating to know that it's within four rooms that I've already searched, and I've found nothing.
elenuial seems much calmer than I am, saying that it'll turn up and it's just "stuff." It's my engagement ring, goddamnit. I want it back now. I love that ring. Any tips on finding something so small? I have this horrible anxiety now that I carry with me, and it's turning me into an oversensitive monster. I have a suspicion that I'll continue to be a horrible human being until I find it again.
EDIT: RING FOUND! =D =D =D It was in the clothes pile WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND IS NOT SURPRISED
