Greg came home on Wednesday night from school and told me some sad news. He went to the gym that afternoon and put his wedding ring in his pocket to work out. When he reached down to grab it after his workout, it was gone. He claims that he and another guy looked everywhere for it (and I believe him), but to no avail. So after two short years, my husband has already lost his wedding ring.
Don't get me wrong, it's just a ring. I'm not that upset about it.
After he told me the whole story a hundred times, and assured me that he had exhausted his search for it at the gym, and apologized a million times, I did what any sane, rational thinking wife would do.
I wrote my name on his ring finger and made him buy me some ice cream.
Ahhhh, all is well again.
Ladies, I would love to know if or how many times your hubby has lost his ring. How long had you been married? Can anyone beat a measly two years? Humor me, please.