Crisis Averted
Last Monday, I thought I lost my wedding ring. A couple hours after I got to work, I discovered it wasn’t on. I thought I left it in the kitchen at the office when I was washing my water cup. Nope. Then I thought I might have left it in the bathroom. Nope. Then I thought that maybe the cleaning lady found it and put it somewhere. I looked everywhere, but I couldn’t find it. I asked Christine to ask Fatiah if she had found it, but she never got around to doing so because she didn’t know the French word for ring. (I think she secretly didn’t want me to find it so she could hold it over my head forever.)
For some reason this morning, I decided to put my phone in a different pocket than usual and it wouldn’t go all the way in. Lo and behold, there’s my wedding ring. I have no idea how it got there.
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