For the third time this year, I’ve lost my wedding ring. The first time it was found in Greg’s car. The last time, BC found it on the bathroom floor put it in a plastic bag and hung it on the back of his bedroom door—the place he stores everything he finds on the floor. *Shrugs*

This time we can’t find it. Greg says he remembers playing with it last night but doesn’t remember seeing me with it this morning. What the heck am I going to do? I feel awful because Greg only takes his off when he’s weight lifting or boxing. Hell, he even plays basketball with it on.

Greg is being remarkably cool about the situation. I thought he’d be pissed. Momma Ames employed everyone’s help in finding it. Those poor Japanese exchange students look so lost—they even checked the freezer, lol!

Hopefully it’ll turn up tomorrow. Until then, it’s gone. :(