I take my wedding ring off a lot when I'm cooking, because I'm constantly having to wash my hands. Last night was no different- wedding ring off, placed in pocket- continue on with dinner...
Fast forward to after dinner while lounging on the couch with the family. I noticed my bare hand, and thought, "Oh- I need to put my ring back on"... I was surprised to find my pocket empty! Hmm... I went to the kitchen to see if I had placed it on the counter or table... nope... inspected all the couch cushions... nope... Panic begins... Cole began helping me lift up the couch and check under and all the nooks and crannies... nope.. no ring... I double checked the kitchen... still no ring. I opened the cupboard under the sink and began sifting through wet garbage and slimy food scraps..."sick" I think and "this is silly, it's not in here". I stop looking in the garbage, but then think " I better just check again on the other side of the bag"... pushing all the gunk aside- I see a sparkle..."No!" I say in disbelief (in my head of course)...but yes...there was my wedding ring, amid all the stinky, wet, discarded mess just waiting to be thrown out...
I only cried a little...ok, I didn't really cry, but I was close.
3 comments:
I am so happy you found it!!!
yes, me too!
What a good story with a happy ending! I lost my ring twice. The first time, I found it after about a month. The second time, it sunk deep in the Mediterranean ocean never to be found again. I cried that day and several days after.
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