My precious...

Yesterday was just a collection of GAAAAAH!

First I noticed that I'd forgotten to put my ring back on the previous night after dyeing my sister's hair. Me being who I am, my brain immediately started panicking and thinking all sorts of stupid things.

Oh no! I forgot the ring!
This means we're going to get a divorce.
NO IT DOESN'T.
But it's a bad omen! Aaaaah!
Shut up, it will be fine. You'll put it back on when you get home.

Then I fell off a stool at work. /facepalm

So we got back home and were relaxing on the bed when I jumped up with a gasp because I'd just remembered that I needed to go get my ring and put it on.

Ring was missing.

Panic ensued, with Patrick and I looking everywhere. When Kim (my sister) came home from work, she joined us. We looked under rugs, inside of grates, palpated cats, moved the piano out of the way to look behind it, etc. etc. We even pulled out the refrigerator in case the cats knocked it underneath there. Strangely there is a collection of paintbrushes behind it.

I suspected the cats were involved. Gurglepurr was maligned. Patrick found a giant dead arachnid in a heating vent. Kim found the XBox controller and wanted to know if she got partial credit for that one. (Yes, she did.) I poked through hairballs in the garbage to see if maybe it was eaten and then thrown up (EWWWWW).

While the searching was going on, I was steadily getting more and more alarmed. Patrick, who is a far more moderate soul than I am, took a break for a minute to sit on the couch and actually think about it instead of continuing to maniacally search the same places over and over again in the hope that the ring would mysteriously appear on the 7th search (I kept that up just in case it might work).

Then he had the presence of mind to take the top off the piano and look inside the damn thing. BINGO! There was my ring, lying on the hammers. As far as we could tell, it had been batted off the top of the piano where I laid it and then scooted into the little crack between the key cover and the part of the piano that holds music. Apparently when sitting there and thinking about it he remembered that he'd lifted up the key cover a bit when we were moving it out of the way. That must've been what tilted it inside onto the hammers. It looks solid when you're not staring intently between those two things, so we didn't even think at first to look inside it.

I mean come on, who really thinks their cats are going to shove a ring INSIDE a piano?

I couldn't believe it when he said he'd found it. I did manage to talk myself out of hysterics, so happily there was just a little bit of freaked out laughter. I'm so glad I married someone bright. Also, I apologized to Gurglepurr.

After all this, we pretty much decided a dinner of wine (me), beer (them) and cookies was in order. Although to be fair we did go out and get an HDMI cable for movie watching and got actual food while out. But still. Drinks were needed after this. What a night.

I am never taking this off again. Unless I first tie it to my face for safekeeping.