First, I mailed out the imps to the wonderful readers who won the With Nine You Get Vanyr part of the Samhain Readers Appreciation Contest. Ladies, I'll write more off-list, but hopefully, you'll get your packages within the next two weeks. (Yep, Mahaira, that's what our post office said. Whether I believe the nice, optimistic clerk is another matter.)
Finally, and this has given me an attack of giggles that may last into next week, my late mother-in-law's "rhinestone" engagement ring -- a point of contention between the in-laws for all the time I knew them -- turns out to be a sweet little white sapphire set in 14 kt gold. It's not a bonanza or anything. No gotchas on dh's brother or sister-in-law. The stone is small, so the ring still has more sentimental than monetary value. But since it's 14 kt, I can wear it and think good thoughts about them.
The real TMI hoot: after his wife died, my late FiL had it dangling from a ball chain on his nail clipper. And my dh left it there! Oy! Sometimes, dh is too Grissom for words. *snicker*
You know, when I set out for the jeweler's last night, I would've been happy to find out the stone was zircon or Austrian crystal in a gold-filled band. And to make it even nicer -- sapphire is my birthstone.