On our trip last year, Denny lost his wedding ring. We were in Hurricane, Utah for a few weeks to see Zion National Park and other sights around there. We had just got out of the truck, on the way to the bank, when he discovered it missing. His knuckles are large, so he has to have a larger size ring to go over them. Because it was warmer in Utah, his knuckles weren't quite so big and the ring just slipped right off his finger. We looked all over the parking lot, in the truck, RV and the space we were in. NO LUCK! We thought it was gone for good.
Last week, I went to Quartzsite with a friend. When I got back, Denny was excited and wanted to show me something. HE FOUND THE RING. It was in an outside storage compartment of the RV. He had been looking for something else and lo and behold, there it was. Last summer he had the storage compartment empty to reorganize it. Amazing he didn't find it then.
It's been a year and a half, but we are now officially married again. YAHOO!
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