The Ring

Well, the Husby took me to the lake on Saturday for a little bit of R&R sans kiddos. Before we left town, Husby recommended that I take off my wedding rings and leave them at home, so I wouldn't risk losing them (also, because he had just decreased the insurance by half). I told him that I didn't like taking my rings off, so I was going to wear them (stubborn, I know).

When we got to the lake, we both jumped on the wave runner to ride around. In order to avoid a boat that was approaching the dock, Husby cut left quickly, and we flipped over. That was okay because it was a scorcher, and I needed to be cooled off. We took off across the lake and stopped a few minutes later on a beach to put on some more sunscreen. All of a sudden, Husby said, "Oh, shit! My ring fell off!" Of course, I was the one to blame because Husby said that I made such a big deal about not wanting to take my rings off. Great.

I was sure that his ring must have come off when we flipped, so we went back to the scene. We were close to shore when we flipped (I know because I fell onto rocks), so I climbed up on the rocks to look down into the water. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I FOUND THE RING! Thank goodness! I know...what are the chances?

But anyway, Husby's ring is back on his finger...safe and sound. And yes, after this incident, I did take both of my rings off and put them in the car with the Husby's. There are very few times I will say this, but I guess that the Husby was right after all...