So Monday evening, the hubs was out swinging the boys while I was finishing supper. While swinging, his wedding ring slipped right off and is somewhere in our yard.
I called my grandpa who always has everything imaginable, and borrow his 1943 metal detector. I'm talking ancient people. So here I am, purple socks, green sweats, camo shirt with my pink polka dot robe crawling around on my hands and knees using the detector and holding a flashlight. Then this morning while the boys ate breakfast, I gave a repeat performance. I noticed the neighbors watching me out their window this time. I'm sure they are probably wondering what I am doing, but crazy is pretty par for me!
I hope we find it soon, I know I would just be sick if I lost mine. I feel so bad for John cause he feels awful about losing it! Tomorrow tho, I think tomorrow will be the day to find it!!!!
So somewhere out in this....
is this...