It happened last week. Nick came to me with a sheepish look on his face, professing he couldn’t find his wedding ring.
My response was something along the lines of “Excccuuusssee me?” Or maybe it was a dirty glare. Yeah, I think it was the glare. But to be fair, well, I should have been more fair. After all, I’ve found myself in that position a few times myself. With my heart in my stomach because I’d forgotten that I’d left my ring on a countertop while soaking my hands in cleaner to mop the floor. Or having failed to remember I set it on the bathroom sink that one time ’cause I didn’t want my ring caked in mud the way my hands were going to be post-gardening. So I should have been more understanding with him. ‘Cause really, it just as easily could have been me.
This time around, I discerned a level of panic in Nick’s voice I’m not used to hearing. Almost as though he’d REALLY LOST HIS WEDDING RING. “I think I left it at work … yeah, yeah … it’s at work,” he told me. Next day—while at work—Nick found no ring. “It’s in the house. Somewhere around the house, I’m sure of it.”
So where did we find it? Well, turns out there was (white) gold in that thar carpet of ours because, while sweeping the living room before we had friends over on Friday, I came thisclose (and when I say thisclose, I literally mean like, 2 INCHES) from sweeping that band up with my beloved yellow vaccum. But I didn’t. Which means I saved the ring, had a bit of a “Eureka” moment AND got one of the biggest hugs from my husband in return.
Yep, just call me Gail the Super Sleuth

Anybody else out there ever have a lost band scare? Share it with me in the comments (it’ll be my way of making Nick feel better about losing his ring. ‘Cause you KNOW I won’t be letting him live that down for a while
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by Gail Werner
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