Calling off the search

So, Sunday while folding, I glanced down and noticed that the DIAMOND HAD FALLEN OUT OF MY WEDDING RING!
YEP!
Sucks, huh!
No...Insurance doesn't cover it...only if it was stolen! Well it was!...by crappy Carma or fate or something.

Anyway, I'm calling off the search (Thank you Rachel...so much...for being the only other person that looked, and our husbands, I guess!)
It's hopeless!
I'm sad. It really wasn't much but it was the one that Dave gave me from down on his knee and that part breaks my heart. I don't want another one, I don't care! I want MINE BACK! But after clogged kitchen sinks, Baseball games at parks and a baby who puts everything in her mouth...I have given up hope! Actually, all my hope is on Birdie...but is it really worth it to go through her diapers for a week without any conclusive evidence that's where it is?

YEP!
Wait...I mean NOPE!~