I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

I needed to post this before I forgot it happened or convinced myself it was a pregnancy-related hallucination.

About three weeks ago, Tim told me that he couldn't find his wedding ring. He often takes it off when he works out, but it wasn't in any of the usual places he keeps it. He's also lost a few pounds in the last few months, and he said that it had been slipping around a lot lately. He was worried it had slipped off completely without him noticing. I was upset but held out hope that he'd find it.

Our rings on our wedding day.

A few nights later, he told me he'd thought a lot about it and thought maybe it had slipped off while he was doing laundry. Yes, he was pretty sure it must have come off and slipped down the side of the washer or dryer.

This would have been awesome news except the way our washer and dryer are set up would require three grown men and/or an act of God to get them to move or lifted in order to check for the ring. They're wedged in to a utility closet in our condo and are side-by-side with about two inches of total wiggle room. Given that I am nearly six months pregnant and also not three grown men to help him, I wasn't sure when we'd be able to search for the ring.

I had pretty much resigned myself to having a husband without a wedding ring for a while or having to go buy a new one at our jeweler. Neither of these options thrilled me, but there wasn't much I could do about it.

Last night, I didn't feel well - I was having weird stomach pain and was exhausted, so I crashed on the couch and slept fitfully. I woke up several times, including when Tim came home from work at 2 a.m. He got some food to eat and settled in to watch some TV. I continued to doze and drifted in and out of consciousness.

I remember becoming much more alert when I heard a "HON. Guess what I just found?" and realized he was talking to me. I mumbled a "What?" and opened one eye to look at him.

He'd found his wedding ring. In the middle of the night. While eating a post-work snack.

Where did he find it?

In a bag of pretzels.

IN A BAG OF FREAKING SOURDOUGH PRETZELS.

This is remarkable on several levels, most notable to me the level where he usually does not finish a box/bag of food and we end up with crumbs of chips/cereal/etc. that would go untouched for months if I let them. Apparently we had hit a level of sourdough pretzel desperation that prompted him to eat to the bottom of the (several week-old?) bag and discover the ring that had been gathering salt and pretzel dust for quite some time. The fact that the bag wasn't thrown away without a second thought is nearly as astounding as the fact that the ring was found there. I still can't believe it.

As I texted my sister and a close friend this morning to tell them the lost ring had been located, I continued to wonder if I had dreamed it or if he had actually found the ring in a bag of pretzels. I then remembered heading to bed at 3 a.m. and hearing him mutter something about how weird it felt to be wearing his ring again. I may or may not have kicked him at that point.

This story will live forever on the blog, but I also will not let him forget it any time soon. He had to take one of our cats to the vet today for a follow up check on an ear infection. The (rather large) cat carrier he'd used to take Sid to the vet last week had been in our (rather small) living room all week (we usually keep them on our lanai but knew the appointment was coming up, and Elle has taking to "playing vet" and stuffing plush animals in to the carriers, so we let it stay inside between appointments).

I came home today to find our other cat carrier in the living room. I called him to ask why he'd gotten the other carrier out, and he said he hadn't been able to find the one he'd used last week, so he grabbed the other one from the lanai.

I looked at the two cat carriers that monopolized the floor space in our living room as I asked with a smile: "Really? You couldn't find it? ... Did you check in the pretzel bag first?"

Yup. Never going to let this one go. But I sure am glad Tim has his wedding ring back - he's mine, folks. Allllllll mine.