My Precious

The other day The Man was rooting around in the basement, looking for who knows what, when he hit the jackpot. He found one of those Crown Royal bags with a bunch of my jewelry in it. Jewelry that had been lost for years. Like my wedding ring. I gained some weight a while ago and it didn't fit anymore, so I put it up somewhere safe so it wouldn't get lost. Of course, then I forgot where I put it. It had been missing for so long we thought somebody stole it. The Man even knew who took it. At least he thought he did. I thought I put it up somewhere, but I was afraid I might have taken whatever I stashed it in to the Goodwill. That would have really sucked.

There was also a bunch of other jewelry in the bag, including a pair of pentacle earrings with wolfs standing on top of the pentacles. I put them up because they're silver and needed to be cleaned. Then there's the little green turtle earrings, and the earrings with the shark's teeth that aren't just shark's teeth, they're fossil shark's teeth.

I don't know why I stuck some of my jewelry in the bag and not other jewelry. Besides my wedding ring and the wolf pentacles there weren't any family heirlooms or anything, but I really missed those wolfs. If my wedding ring fit I would have missed it more.