Silverthorne

Well, M. Pena, who is the sculpter of the dragon statues I own, ought to be proud of herself.

They're 'real' looking enough that Ula scared herself walking past one, and had to pat it several times with her paw to reassure herself it wasn't real and wasn't going to jump her.

*Snicker*

So, originally, I was gonna post a post about how I was bummed over my jade earring after smacking myself in the ear with a box I was unloading and sending the front part flying to parts unknown.

I was also gonna post about how me and one of the engineering guys and the supply clerk from surgery went scouring over the dock looking for said jade earring because, even though it was cheap and the mate to it was at home and the only place I ever really wear it anyway is in the top of my ear on one side, that it was also one of the few jade pieces I'd ever found that had been set in silver, which made it Something To Hold Onto.

My body eats through gold like it's a bag of chips, you see. As in, it turns black and my skin sports green marks from it within a matter of a few days. Yes, even with the much vaunted and very expensive 24k variety (which is going to suck if and when Wedding Ring Day ever comes around for me).

So yeah, after careful searching of hair, clothes, the front pocket of my scrubs (I have an uncanny knack for catching small falling things in that pocket--I have no idea why, It Just Happens), and of course, the floor. After ten minutes, we all determined that, Yes, Jim, the earring is gone and the tricorder and wallet aren't even worth the effort anymore. So my help goes on about their business, and I go on about mine.

For some reason, I got the impulse to look down the front of my shirt a few minutes later.

And there it was, the little bugger, happily and securely nestled in between my breasts. I'm pretty sure that if it had had a face, it would have been smiling smugly and going 'Hi! Did you miss me?'.

So, happy ending and the discovery that large breasts can, indeed, make good catcher's mits. *g*