I’m sure you’re all dying to know how things turned out yesterday, so here is an update on my lost wedding ring.
When my husband got home, he carefully pulled the cabinet baseboard off the wall (I would have sawed it with a hacksaw personally, which is why I’m not in charge of baseboards or mishaps that require tools around here).
I honestly didn’t have much hope that it would be there, so I was putting our daughter to bed while he worked.
As I came out of her room, he was leaving the bathroom with the tools.
“Any luck?” I asked.
He looked over his shoulder at me and said, “I have no idea where it is, there was nothing back there.”
Blubbering tears start.
“I’m so sorry, honey. I have no idea where else it could have gone then. I’ve looked everywhere.”
He laughed and turned around with the ring on his pinky finger.
“Just kidding, it’s right here. I told you we’d find it. You worry too much.”
He almost didn’t survive this little joke.
But apparently, I am the queen of Wedding Ring Quarters. I still can’t believe it flew into this spider hole, but I’m happy and relieved anyway.
In fact, I’ve been smiling all day.
Thank you to everyone for your support and kind words yesterday!