Fish or Flush?

I really like the earrings I wore today. I made them myself, which means no one else in the world owns them (okay fine, maybe someone else bought the little filigree dangles and gold earhooks at the bead and gem store, but theirs probably don't look exactly like mine...)

Anyway, this afternoon I went to the bathroom (number one) and when I turned around to flush, one of my precious earrings slipped from my ear and fell...in slow motion...as my heart fluttered and I scrambled towards the rim of white porcelain...right onto the paper seat cover. Without hesitation, I quickly snatched it up and stuck it back in my ear hole. Then I thought, Was That Gross?

I mean, the only other thing that actually touched that side of the seat cover was my butt cheek and I know that's clean. At least as clean as my ear. (Read: my rear is as clean as my ear.) So it seemed okay to stick the earhook back in its hole. Truth be told, I was prepared to plunge my hand right into the toilet to retrieve my beloved goldie if necessary. Although I probably wouldn't have written a blog about it if I had. And I probably wouldn't have replaced it directly into my ear.