That which Was Lost

One ring to rule them all

One ring to rule them all

Over the years, Mr Fussy Crankypants has honed his jewelry buying skillz as he has bought various gewgaws for Mrs FC and her jewelry-wearing pleasure.

This past Christmas, in consideration of Mrs FC’s lack of wedding ring wearing due to those slight few extra pounds that seem to be focused in her ring finger the protuberance of Mrs FC’s diamond setting and her disinclination to scratch the TT therewith, Mr FC outdid his jewelry-buying skillz in force by buying the above pictured ring. It is titanium. It is also engraved with tender words the message of which would warm any Fussy’s heart and most especially this particular Fussy.

Mrs FC noticed a few weeks ago that she wasn’t wearing the above ring. She had taken it off to apply lotion to the TT, that much she remembered, and she thought she remembered placing it on the kitchen table. Mrs FC hied herself off to Norfolk for a week to eat seafood play on the beach visit her brother and lovely sister-in-law and assumed she would find it when she got back.

Needless to say this post would not exist if in fact Mrs FC HAD found the ring as per her presumably false memory of the taking off of said ring.

Mrs FC started to become worried.

Mrs FC looked around. She looked in her bag. She looked in her wallet. She looked in the pencil case in her wallet. She looked in pants’ pockets.

But the ring was nowhere to be found.

Mrs FC became seriously upset but she was loathe to tell Mr FC that she had lost his ring because she knew it would confirm his impression of her as a brainless, disorganized bit of fluff really upset him.

Mrs FC began, in fact, to beseech the aid of a Higher Power. She did, in fact, pray. She prayed very hard.

And lo, the Lord was with Mrs Fussy Crankypants and lo He dideth grant that her frantic lowly humble prayers wouldst be answered-eth.

And it came to pass that as Mrs FC took out the bag containing a fresh piece of baklava baked at the local bakery, as she took this bag out, therefore, of the side pocket of the stroller, indeed so it was that The Ring itself didst appearethed.

And lo, there was much rejoicing.

yay.

And the moral of this story is that Mrs Fussy Crankypants has just proved that there really is a God.

And also, that baklava is good for you.

The End.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Amberlina
    May 18, 2009 @ 21:46:47

    AMEN

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  2. Amberlina
    May 18, 2009 @ 21:47:05

    Whoops, I meant Amen-eth

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  3. The Mom
    May 19, 2009 @ 10:59:33

    In the Bible, when the widow found the penny she had lost, she called in all her neighbors for a party. Or we can just party extra hard and long at MY house this weekend:) Choice is yours.

    This is the 2nd time you’ve had to pray over a lost ring. Your original wedding ring (with the above mentioned protruding diamond) was lost in a snow drift in South Bend whilest making a snow angel. But God knew where that ring was buried, and led you to it. Why does the Creator and Sustainer of the entire universe even care about our lost jewelry or contact lenses or knobs off lawn mowers??? Infinite, amazing love. It’s ALWAYS safe to trust Him!

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  4. Sharon
    May 21, 2009 @ 16:53:32

    LOL! I suggest that 1)I come visit you and 2) we go to the bakery and purchase baklava and 3) you can re-enact the whole thing and 4)then we shall celebrate per The Mom’s admonition that partying hath a Biblical precedent and 5)we shall party by ingesting baklava.

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  5. Emily
    May 22, 2009 @ 18:40:40

    What a great post….you should be an author. 😉

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  6. Lisa
    May 30, 2009 @ 07:27:32

    ditto on emily–a book by you would be a major hit

    Reply

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