Now I Have To Dig Through The Garbage Bag Like A Racoon

Yesterday I noticed that my silver Superman ring was missing from it's place on top of my hardrive. Of course I had to start a hands and knees search of my room but of course it was nowhere to be found. Things like this totally frustrate me. I decided to just go to sleep because it was late and look for it fresh in the morning.

If you remember, this is the SAME silver Superman ring that I lost once before in my car when I took it off because I was eating hot wings while I was driving (don't ask) and I didn't want to get sauce all over it because then I would have to clean all that out of the crevices around the letter S.

I was devastated after a search of the car and it was nowhere to be found. I decided it was better not to have the car taken apart bolt by bolt and just learn to let it go. Six months later the girl at the detailing place told me she had found something in my car when they were doing their cleaning and produced the ring. I could have hugged her but she gave me a look that told she wasn't into that.

This morning I looked around the room thinking of where it could have possibly gone too and moved some things like my garbage can and as I was holding it occurred to me that it might have fallen in there. All day I have been avoiding what I know I have to do now - take out every single piece of garbage out of the bag and hope the ring will be there.

I should just put crime tape on the door and let CSI give the room a good once over.