I'm bummed

After my grandparents died (they died about 3 months apart) I was able to get two of the settings of rings my grandma had.   I gave one to my sister and I have one.  It was my grandma's wedding set and I had to take it to a jeweler extraordinaire to put it back together as much as possible.  I had the center stone made, I don't know something purple.  Here is the ring.

I have no idea where it is.  I don't know when it fell out.  I was at a school, the grocery store, my office, several treatment rooms, the bank, the babysitter's, Makenna's school, my car, and my own house. No idea.  The guy who fixed it doesn't really work anymore.  So I have to take it to this magical place in San Francisco called the Jewelry Mart.  You have to have the secret handshake or something to get in.  My mother-in-law knows the special knock.  I picked up this same ring last year when I lost a diamond.  A diamond that small is much cheaper to replace.  So I'm bummed.

On a side note.  Someone had spaghetti for the first time with sauce.

xoxo