That was part of the problem. I was not accustomed to seeing the ring on my finger. A few years earlier, I had decided I would only wear it for special occasions. Between cold weather in the winter and gardening in the summer, I put on hand lotion about ten times a day, but if I don't take the topaz ring off every time, then the little crevices get all disgusting, and yet, I was afraid I would lose the ring if I kept taking if off?

"THAT'S IT!" I exclaimed. "Hand lotion!"

My husband gave me a sidelong glance. "Huh?

"Just before we got to the church, I took off my ring and laid it in my lap so I could get some more hand lotion, but I didn't put it back ON."

By this time we had nearly reached the reception hall.

"Check the floor," Randy suggested.

I frantically thrust aside the floor mat?but there was no ring.

Then I groped under the seat. No ring there, either.

Randy quietly asked the next logical question. "Did it somehow fall into your purse?"

I hurriedly checked my purse. Nope. No ring.

"Could it have fallen into your coat pocket?"

My coat had big, horizontal pockets?but?no ring.

"All right," Randy said, as he searched for a place to turn around, "that must mean it fell onto the ground when you got out of the car."

Fell on the ground!

I could feel my throat growing tighter. "What if somebody drove over it?" I wailed.

"Don't get yourself all worked up for nothing," Randy said soothingly.

"For NOTHING? But - it's my ring?the one you gave me when you asked me to marry you?"

Actually, Randy didn't give me the ring. Santa Claus did. In a crowded mall. In front of a group of parents who were there with their kids. When Randy got down on one knee, everyone applauded?

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