New York
Day 4: Originally I wasn’t planning on writing about this day but some drama
happened at JFK and it is all because of the pizza and maybe the ribs and
probably the mac and cheese plus some stupidity…you know how that song goes by
Jamie Foxx…”Blame it on the a a a Alcohol.” My song title for the day is,
“Blame it on the p p p p Pizza.” Let me explain. As I mentioned in yesterday’s
blog, we ate like little piggies. When we were shopping, I bought a ring…not an
expensive one but one I was planning on wearing with a ring Louis gave me for
my 25th wedding anniversary…one problem…fat fingers from my bad
vacation diet. I was so enamored with my purchase, I put it on and put my
anniversary ring in my purse for safe keeping.
When I got on the airport shuttle, I decided to put it back on my finger
but you know what….my dang fingers are still swollen! I should have just put it
back in my purse, but I slipped it on my pinkie. When we got out of the
shuttle, it started pouring rain and we were in a hurry to get out and into the
terminal. I reached into my pocket for tip money, then ran inside to check in.
I then went into the restroom (sorry but this is important to the story) and
when I was washing my hands and had just thrown the towel into the trash, my
heart stopped…my ring was gone! I immediately sat on the floor and dug through
an airport trashcan, touching every paper towel in there desperately searching
for my ring…pretty gross. We then retraced all of my steps and posted Diane as
luggage watcher as Nancy and me searched for the ring. We think it probably
fell out when I reached in my pocket for the tip money. It is lost and someone
is now enjoying my nice ring. Hate to think of someone wearing my ring but more
than that I really hated to tell Louis the bad news. I couldn’t even bear to
call him. I had to send him a text with lots of I’m sorry and pictures of
hearts. He was great about it and told me not to worry and to have a great
flight. I couldn’t even read the text aloud to the girls as it choked me up.
This July is our 30th anniversary and I think I’ll have to keep him
for another 30 years.
So up until
the last day, our New York adventure was great fun. We will probably have to
join Weight Watchers or go to food rehab. I highly recommend when you travel to
take your trainer with you like I did. When I show up to work out, she will be
as puffed out as I am…share the guilt.
Have you
ever lost something really special to you?
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