I lose stuff all.of.the.time!
In my defense, it is not usually my fault things disappear. Seriously. Can I help it if someone digs through my jacket takes my cell phone and MP3 player?
Is it my fault if a white gold and diamond bracelet (the first present Peppe ever gave me) fell off my arm?
Am I to blame if I forget my college class ring and a brand new emerald solitaire in the bathroom at the lake and someone took them? Ok. Maybe I am to blame for that one!
The irony is, I am actually a very organized gal. I “got it together,” guys. I just lose jewelry.
My latest victim?
The white gold Calvin Klein watch Peppe bought me for my birthday the first year we were together. He gave it to me in The City of Lights, the city where we met, the city we love.
I have NO idea where this watch went, as it obviously sprouted legs and walked away, because I just can’t find it!
Last week, Peppe came home from errand-running and told me there was something wrong in our bedroom. Suspiciously, I walked upstairs and found this.
I had an idea as to what was in the box, but I hurriedly opened it anyway.
Yep. The man’s a keeper!
And, with any luck. So, is this new watch …