When I was a junior in high school, I wore two rings every single day. I loved them. One was a pretty pearl one and was was a pretty black heart. The contrast of them both was pretty awesome. Here's a picture :)
Sorry this isn't a good picture...
Anyways. I, for some reason that I can't fathom, took off my rings and put them in little holder in the door of my Jeep. I went to get them again later that day, and it was GONE -- just the black heart one. I was SoOo sad. I accepted the fact that my ring was gone, after searching and searching my Jeep for it. I figured that it must've fallen out of the holder when I opened the door.
This evening, after coming home from church, I looked in my cup holders and somehow (I have NO clue how it they got there), but somehow there was a whole bunch of pennies, bobby pins, and MY RING!!!!!!! As said, I have absolutely no clue how it got there, where it came from, but I am ecstatic. I have my ring back. Yippie. I thank Jesse, my beloved Jeep.
Another quick story about my Jeep. The weekend Mary came to visit, my Jeep window broke. I have awful luck with my windows. Once, on fourth of July weekend, I was driving a few girls back from Red, White, and Boom and the girl in the back thought it would be funny to flirt with the guys in the next car and then role the window up and speed away really quick. The plan backfired. She flirted, embarassingly, and tried to open the window and it wouldn't go up!!! On top of that, the light was still red, so we were just sitting there. SO the car of boys next to us laughed at us :-\
Anyways, back to the weekend. My window broke, and since I live in an apartment complex, I was paranoid like mad that someone would take my car and that it would rain. Well, I didn't fix the fact that someone could steal my car, but I fix it if it rained. And for your viewing pleasure, my ghetto car:
Nobody stole my car and it didn't rain :)
