For the last seven months, I've been looking for my wedding ring. I looked everywhere. I don't typically just set it down and not know where, but I feared that maybe I took it off in the car to put on lotion and it fell out or something. I kept having a nagging feeling that it was right under my nose and I would once again tear the house apart trying to find it. I even had dreams that I would find it in a random place 20 years from now.
Well, it being in a random place was certainly right. As I was organizing last night, I went to put in batteries into my label maker, and there was my ring. The ONE place I would never think to look. I know Olivia likes to play with it like it's a computer and she also has been known to take my ring. I of course asked her several times if she had seen my ring, and I know she was being truthful when answering – I just don't think she remembered.
Anyway, I guess it wasn't enough to have caused me all this pain for the last seven months, but she also had to add in one last jab...after we found the ring, Jeremy said "Well, I guess I can't hold this over your head anymore, because now you haven't lost anything". Olivia quickly responded, "well, she still needs to lose weight". Fortunately for her, I was still so happy about finding my ring that I didn't smack her. Such a little smarty pants.
