So that's where I left it
I found my ring! After a fruitless search at the laundry mat and looking around the apartment more, I'd given up on finding it. Then yesterday afternoon, I was looking in the vegetable crisper, trying to decide if I should throw out the one tomato I had left. I picked up the green plastic bag, and I heard something metal fall down into the garlic. Yep, it was my ring! Huzzah!

Freedom
Right now, I'm listening to the beautiful sound of our new portable dishwasher doing its first load of dishes. I've been washing my dishes by hand every night for the past, um, five years, so this is almost as exciting as finding my ring.

Naked
No, I am not actually naked, but I feel very naked. I lost my claddaugh ring yesterday. It might still be hiding somewhere in my apartment, but I have my doubts. I looked everywhere, and I dug through trash, people, so I mean everywhere. So this is the first day in a little over 4 years that I haven't worn that ring. (I bought it on my first trip to Ireland.) My hand feels weird.

Hooray for ...
-visits from old friends
-Irish bartenders in kilts
-Bulmer's
-my first Boston Red Sox game
-time shares
-cupcakes
-Rad!
-nice weather (finally)

Boo for ...
-working so much
-going in early
-bringing work home