Everyone has idiosyncrasies and I’d like to share a particularly silly one of mine with you.

I rarely remove my wedding ring but I will, on occasion, and I most certainly take off my engagement ring when there’s even a small chance of it getting dirty (as it’s especially delicate because of the old pearl in it).  But I have this habit of washing my hands before taking off a ring and since I don’t want to put a damp ring inside its box (which also happens to be vintage where moisture is a no-no) I’ll have to leave it out.  Naturally I’ll set it somewhere out of harm’s way (a.k.a. Spoo Kee), like inside a cabinet or drawer until I can put it back on or until it’s dry.  Whilst setting the ring down on the shelf inside said cabinet or drawer, I find myself thinking these very words: “But a mouse might get it.”

Headline: “35 YEAR OLD HOUSEWIFE AND COMPUTER-NERD LADY LIVES IN FEAR OF RODENTS TAKING OFF WITH HER JEWELRY!”

OK, it’s not quite that dramatic but still nutty.  (And what kind of newspaper would print such a story anyway? [And did I just say "newspaper"?  Do they still make those?])  But I’m not really embarrassed to tell you since it IS so completely…absurd; I cannot help but be amused by it.

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In high school my family and I went went on a road trip through the American Southwest: Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon and so forth.  I will forever associate listening to U2′s “Sunday Bloody Sunday” on my walkman, snacking on half-melted gummy worms (from a 5lb bag, oh the horror of it), reading Garfield comic strips to my little brother (whilst we eagerly found coloring mistakes in the illustrations), and eating greasy-good breakfasts sitting inside equally greasy red vinyl booths at diners along the way with this trip.

Anyway, before we hit the road my mom hid some of her jewelry in a plastic bag inside the flour canister.  High tech.  Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Upon our return from the trip, and to our disbelief, the jewelry was gone (perhaps an earring or two was left  behind); only a holey and dusty plastic bag remained.  It was a mystery for a few years and soon forgotten.

Then my parents had the kitchen remodeled–taking out the atomic green formica counter top which I look back on fondly–and what should they find?  The jewelry.  Inside a mouse’s nest.  (We had no idea we even had mice!)   I was–and am– completely fascinated by the fact that these mice (or mouse) wanted the jewelry inside their wee nest.  I guess Magpies are not the only ones attracted to shiny things!

So there you have it, my explanation as to why that crazy thought comes to mind whenever I leave my rings out.