Obviously, I don't mean that I MYSELF am a loser but lately I've been losing things! Now, some of you may not know this but I pride myself on my impeccable memory and I never, ever, EVER lose things. I'm the girl who checks her purse 5 times to ensure her camera is in there, or iPod or laptop or whatever else I'm carrying that happens to be worth any money over like twenty bucks. But, in 2008 I've been losing stuff and/or forgetting things and it's really starting to grate on my nerves and make me feel like a literal loser. It all came to a head last weekend when I FORGOT my toiletry bag when I went to the beach and had to beg like a homeless person for everyone else's leftover or extra things. "Um...yeah, can I borrow your razor?" Whatever, so I started beating myself up over that. Well. When we were on our honeymoon Aaron bought me this ring.
It's a beautiful ring and I love it so, so, so much. I had been wanting it for a couple years and Aaron bought it for me as a surprise on the honeymoon! Cue doting wife; "isn't he the best?" So, since I had left my toiletry bag at home during the beach weekend I took my ring and stuck it in a pocket in my purse and left it there. On Thursday morning at about 8:25 (five minutes before I need to leave to go to the yoga studio) I decide I need to take my ring out of my purse for obvy reasons. Well, I look and it is not there. In a panic, I dump out the contents of my purse and it is not there. I then go shrieking around the house looking for my ring and I canNOT find it anywhere. The sobbing ensues here and I do the only thing I can think to do. I call my mom. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOM, I (hiccup) can't find my riiiiiiiiiiing!!!!"
"Um...good morning Alison...I can't understand you."
muffled sobs, "I can't find my ring that Aaron bought me on the HOOOOONNNEEEYYYMOOOOOOOOOOON"
After telling her the story that took twice as long because I was HYSTERICAL she just calmly tells me to not give up on it and clean myself up and go to work. Okay. I was all set to take the Vespa that morning (mental picture: me running around the house crying and talking to my mom with my helmet on) but I couldn't because I was in too fragile a mental state to get on Bertie, (her new name thanks to JCG). So I jump in my car and what is staring me in the face? My ring!!! It was in the passenger seat.
Have I learned my lesson yes? I must immediately go out and buy a cute small jewelry holder for my purse.
Oh, and when I get to work and am explaining about my losing streak to one of my coworkers she immediately said "Well, I guess you weren't supposed to have it in the first place."