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Lost & Found!

I am diligently unpacking from our camping trip, almost down to the bottom of the barrel of all the clothing bags when WA-LA, out pops Muh Main Man's long lost wedding ring. This would be the one that is part of a set, matching mine. He lost it TWO summers ago when we were at a family reunion in Florida. He was proving to his younger cousins that he was too old to dare-devil on a motor bike and he crashed, breaking his hand. He had to remove the ring and in his care to pack it safely away, he put it somewhere that nobody would find it....apparently even himself.

We were sick because it matched mine and we really liked it. But after combing every nook & cranny we could think of, we resorted to buying him a cheap replacement since this he has had 2 nice watches go the same route.

Imagine my surprise when out of the book pile I took along to the fireside, rolled this piece of gold I figured we'd never see again! I always had a weird feeling that it would turn it up some day unexpectedly since Muh Main Main knew for sure he had packed the ring carefully away rather than just leaving it laying around somewhere.

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Unknown said…
Those kinds of surprises are the BEST and I'm over here doing a happy dance for you!
Anonymous said…
That's odd....he told me he had pawned it so that he could buy new accessories for his ATV...

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