I was reading over at Anita's a story of a lost ring. I won't go into details so as to not provide spoilers (but it's a nice story).
My wedding band? It's not really my wedding band. Well, it is... but not... but is...
One fateful summer day about 11 years ago, my wedding band and I were at the pool with a friend and her kids. I was in full mom mode then with three relatively young offspring of my own.
I devotedly slathered young Meego top to bottom with sunscreen. Prior to doing that, I'd removed my wedding band.
It hasn't been seen since. Seems I forgot to put it back on.
Oh, I looked for it. Later, when I realized what must have happened, I went back and searched. I searched the lost and found, I searched our joyful little spot in the grass, I searched the cement around the pool, I searched the weeds near the fence. I searched in vain. Then I gave up.
We went to a store in the mall and told the salesman that I'd lost it while having a tryst with my lover. I had since changed my errant ways, and we were celebrating my renewed commitment by purchasing a wedding band anew.
He still charged full price.
Of course he knew we were kidding. Right?
At least Magnum believes the pool story.