Scary moment that morphed into an NSV

Last year my in-laws bought me a nice garnet ring for Christmas (garnet is my birthstone). It's a half or whole size bigger than my engagement and wedding rings, but I think that was the only size they could find. It still fit me OK at the time (a smidge on the loose side), so I started wearing it all the time.

Well, last night I was in the kitchen cleaning up after getting the cats' dinner ready (it's quite a process as we have high-maintenance furballs who need meds). For some reason I must have been flinging my right hand around in my cleaning efforts, and somehow launched my ring into the garbage disposal.

Well, *almost* in the garbage disposal. It stopped to rest right in the middle of rubber fringe-thingy that kind of covers the drain (yes, that's the proper terminology for it! :laugh:)
After taking several deep breaths, I used a fork and a finger to ever-so-gently retrieve the wayward ring. Whew! (Yes, I know I probably could have fished it out of the disposal if it had fallen in, but who wants to mess with that?)

After a few more deep breaths to get my heart rate down from, like, 200 bpm (hey ... I should have logged that cardio! ), I promptly put the ring away and pledged to have it resized in the coming weeks, so it will stay on my not-so-chubby fingers anymore! Yay! :happy: