Do what you will with: lost and found.
Relaxing day off, ending with gelato at the beach with Kat. More days should end that way, really.
This morning I found something that had been missing since Tuesday: my wedding ring.
To say that my inability to find it had been causing me some stress and frustration would be a definite understatement. I knew I had seen it Tuesday morning when we were packing up to return home after our housesitting escapades, and I was pretty sure I'd stuck it in my bag - but not 100% sure.
When I was unpacking that afternoon, I couldn't find it. So I tried to convince myself I'd left it up there, but when we went back up to feed the horses one last time and to clean up after ourselves I still couldn't find it. That was when I began to seriously worry I had lost it for good.
I'd asked the owners to keep an eye out for it but really wasn't holding out much hope they'd spot it where I hadn't. As the week went on I went over Tuesday morning in my head again and again, trying to remember what on Earth I'd done with my ring.
So where was it all that time?
In a side pocket of my bag.
Which I'd checked at least five different times.