I lost my wedding ring. Not today, nor yesterday, but sometime ago. I'm not sure when. It was always a little big and frisky...like it had somewhere to go.
The first time I lost it...I mean really lost it, not "Oh, so that's where I put it " lost , but "dang, it's gone!" lost, was when my kids were little. We had gone to this place called, "The Fun Factory". It was one of these indoor playgrounds with slides, climby things, and a ball pit. On this particular day, I had spent most of my time in the ball pit wrestling with my kids.
When I got home, I realized my wedding ring was missing. I called the Fun Factory.
"Hey, I was playing in the ball pit today and I may have lost my wedding ring."
"Well Sir, we clean the ball pit every other day. There's a seam on the bottom that often catches rings and things. We'll let you know if it turns up."
I decided not to tell my wife. After all, if it was on some kind of ring hiatus for a day...no harm done.
The next day, while we were eating supper, the phone rang. My daughter started to get up to answer it, but I said, "No, let the answering machine take it, we are eating supper." She sat back down.
A voice came on the machine, " Hi! This is Paul from the Fun Factory. I just wanted to let you know that we found your wedding ring!"
My wife looked at me. You know, that look. Oops!
I did get my ring back, but it wasn't too long after that I lost track of it again. I think it is probably out there in the Gulf of Mexico although it could easily be somewhere in the yard.
If you find a gold wedding ring with a mind of it's own...it's mine.