Vacation's end

Well, from the get go our vacation was packed full of drama so why should it stop when we get on the plane- right? Halfway through the flight I realize that I am not wearing my wedding ring. Suddenly nauseated I am panicking trying to figure out where I left it in our hotel room. I knew I didn't take it off in there so I have no clue- then I remember: I took it off when we went to the beach. I put it in the rental car in a little cubby with Jim's cel phone, thinking it would be easy to remember right there. Well, it had fallen to the back of hte cubby so we never saw it after that. My first thought is- it's a recession right now and somebody just had a payday by selling my ring :( I call the rental agency the minute we get off the plane and the manager tells me that all the vans have already been rented back out. Oh no! Then she remembers that our still hadn't because it came in later. They check, and sure enough- my ring was still there! WooooHooooo!~ How lucky is that!? It took awhile for them to get around to mailing it, but they did and I have it back. PHEW!