End of story.
Moving on.
Today Lance and I unloaded my parents cattle trailer.
[we had moved our stuff from the storage building into it while moving out of the farm house.]
It was work.
But it was fun!
Digging through crap that I still have no idea why we kept for the last 10 or 20 years anyway...
laughing at Lance's over-pricing of our garage sale junk--
finding old pictures of us-- our river trips we use to take with our friends every year-- our high school days-- Prom pics-- letters from Lance's sister to him-- cards-- you know...
junk.
But fun junk.
Sentimental junk.
Our chests!
Annuals.
memories.
I plan on scanning some of the pictures I found today-- but I'll probably put them on FB.
For now--
I have to share the best part of all--
I found my lost ring!!!
EEEKK!!
I hate to lose things...
I can not stop thinking about them.
I get a bit obsessive, actually.
I don't have a ton of jewelry.
Well, that's a lie.
I have a ridiculous amount of cheap-fun-junk-cutesy stuff...
but only a few real pieces.
That either cost a lot
or have meaning...
I forgot to list a ring my FIL bought me.
It was the JLo replica (remember when people had those)
except mine is white gold and some pink stone.
It was real. Just not a pink billion dollar diamond like hers.
I feel like a tiny hole was filled today by finding that ring...
It is dumb to be this happy over that.
But I am.
I am giddy!
The studs may be worth giving up on...
Since I can't remember having them since we lived in our apartment...
but I think about them a lot.
And miss them.
The ring had only been missing since February.
[I remember wearing it during the snow]
And now it is found!!
I love that ring.
It looks vintage and fun.
...So if only I could find my studs?!
My jewelry hunt could be complete.
hmmmmm.
