According to my husband I must have fallen down a hole or gotten run over by a rogue turtle shell because when I looked down at my hand on Saturday I was suddenly down one life. According to me one of my diamonds is somewhere between here and half a dozen places in Medford. Also if you ask me I could regale you with the story about how the place ::cough::Jareds::cough:: I bought the ring from just a year ago won’t replace the stone and how rude they were to me and how I was saved by the jewelry store in the plaza to which I’m going back to today so they can give me back my health points.

Also on to top off my weekend of mysteries, how did I sleep through the monumental crash that made mincemeat out of my favorite Pyrex Mixing Bowl?