Lost?

This weekend I went to a Women in Business Conference.  It was a great experience, and I met some incredible women.  This was also the first weekend I’ve ever left Scott alone for such a long time.  I got texts throughout the conference saying things like, “I killed a wasps nest with a cinderblock!”  and, “I painted the shed, but I think it looks really bad.”  It’s a good thing I don’t leave him unattended very often.

Anyway, I came home and we realized that Scott’s wedding ring was missing.  Of course this happens on a day when I haven’t been home and know nothing about his whereabouts.  Of course this happens on a day when he has been wandering through the entire house searching for a paint roller.  Of course this happens on a day when he was ripping water-proofing off the shed and painting it in our backyard.  Basically, it could have been anywhere.  We searched all the normal spots in the house (and a lot of other weird spots that I thought were inspirational, but can only be attributed to a wild imagination).  We searched outside.  I even searched through the trash can, while wearing church clothes.  We searched outside again. 

Finally, during our 4^th comb through the backyard, I spotted it plain-as-day on a bare patch of dirt by the shed.  You can bet I did a victory dance.