Sometimes in Life...

... you do something real dumb, like go hiking in Hatcher Pass wearing your only pair of diamond earrings. One falls out somewhere in the vicinity of your tent and the tundra it's pitched on. It's midnight. It's frickin' cold. You comb your bedroll to no avail. Then for twelve months you carry a single diamond stud around in your jewelry case and contemplate a cartilage piercing just so you can wear it. You go to California, Oregon, Washington - solitary stud in tow. Then you come back to Alaska for two days. Your boyfriend unpacks and repacks his backpacking pack. However, he has done this at least a dozen times since you lost your beloved earring. In eight hours, you're leaving the country. Your boyfriend is about to vacuum the floor when he spots something shiny. Eureka! All of a sudden you have two diamond studs again. How's that for a good omen?