Gone. Rescue Rooter concurred. Brandon removed the toilet - he cut open my girls' closet wall to search the lower pipes. Gone. He shop-vacuumed the pipes. Nasty, but Gone. Here's some reassuring news: We called our insurance agent and our homeowner's will cover maybe $1500 because we don't have a separate ring rider, which would have covered the whole thing. Oh, thanks State Farm. That covers all of NOTHING towards my ring. Back in the day, when Brandon and I were engaged, his parents gave all the boys and girls equal money towards their weddings. Nice for us; we felt like we were rolling in it. Granted, Brandon had to pay off my Nordstrom bill with some of the money....oops. Still, he bought me a beautiful ring which was a huge chunk of change for him. Gone.
I will be telling Libby this story every time she asks to borrow money from me until she's 50.
8 comments:
no no no! i can't believe it.
I'm speechless. And so sorry.
Oh my word, I am so sorry. I can't believe it. Once when we were in Lake Powell with the Blundells, Norma lost her ring in the lake. I'm sure Liz remembers how it happened. From what I remember, Erin went back several times to scuba for it-- never found it. What a shame it didn't happen to Brandon's ring! I'm so sorry. I hope you can replace sometime soon.
I am so sorry Amanda! I don't even know what to say...except that that this seriously blows goats.
HOLY CRAP!
OUCH. I'm sick to my stomach for you. I don't know how we'd replace my ring if it was lost either. Well, we wouldn't. I concur with a previous post about buying a nice CZ and no one (except those of us who read the blog and could care less whether or not your ring is real) will ever know the difference. You are a great mom. I know for sure I wouldn't have been able to pull it together the way you did with Libby. You've got some good karma coming your way for that one.
Amanda...I really don't know what to say. I can't stop thinking about you or this, and I'm sure you can't either. I'm sure there is nothing I can say to make it better, but I am totally thinking about you. You are such a sweet mom. I love that you are nice to her even though your heart is broken. I miss you and want to see you next time I come home.
I told this story to my gospel doctrine class today. I got choked up . . . embarassing! It drove the point home about compassionate discipline. Thanks.
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