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I FOUND MY WEDDING RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's actually a pretty great story. One of my besties was over for an evening of hanging out. I thought for sure she would want to play Scrabble. For some reason, I thought she liked that game.
She doesn't.
I was a little bummed. I had been looking forward to whopping someone besides Frank at Scrabble.
"We could play cards." She offered.
"I've got Yahtzee..." I said.
"I could play some Yahtzee." She replies.
So I go to Fetch the Yahtzee. I have two of them, and one was perched at the top of my closet. The other (I got my grandma's when she passed away.) was on a lower shelf though I almost missed it, as it was behind some other stuff. So as not to over exert myself, I got the box that was on the lower shelf. I got back up to the kitchen table, opened the box and.....
YAHTZEE!
My wedding ring was in the Yahtzee box.
Yes. I'm serious.
What on earth was it doing in there? It's a valid question you ask. My sister and I played Yahtzee less than a week before Christmas. In fact, I bet it was the 22nd or 23rd. We played on the couch in the living room where the wood burning stove is. I'm assuming I got hot and took off my ring. My fingers always swell when I'm warm. Now. Why I thought it would be a good idea to put it in the Yahtzee box? Yeah, I'm not too sure about the answer to that one.
I may have said the following to my ring while playing Yahtzee.
"I thought I'd never see you again!"
Brings new meaning to Yahtzee!
2 comments:
Boy, it sure does! That is awesome... I'm sooooooooooo glad you found it!
That is a great story and sounds like something that would happen to me. I have 3 rings that make up my "wedding ring". I take them off each night b/c I too, swell when I'm hot, pregnant and at night (especially after eating Chinese food or popcorn). Anyway...after my first pregnancy I could not find 1 of my three rings. I found it almost a year later in a little tiny decorative glass jar on a shelf in our living room. I must have taken one off b/c all three were feeling too tight and put it into the jar. Funny how I had no memory of that (see what those crazy pg. hormones do to you).
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