Total FAIL. There's no way to spin this. If there was a contest for the Worst Showing of a Husband on Valentine's Day, I would win, hands down. Guys, if you found yourself in the doghouse this Valentine's Day, feel free to tell your wives, "Well, did you hear what Ned did? I'm nowhere near as bad as that!" You're welcome.
Here's how it happened. Me and 40ish of my high school friends were on our way to a Winter Retreat on Valentine's Day (Fail Number One) when we got stuck at a light behind another one of our caravan. So I decided to throw snowballs at them from the snow that was on the roof of the van. Snowpocalypse 2014, yay. So I was throwing snowballs from the snow that was on the roof of my van when I happen to look down at my hand, and low and behold, my wedding ring's gone.
Call it the curse of the lefty. Call it what you will. This is the second time this has happened to me.
Bottom line, wedding rings don't work so well for lefties.
We continued on.
I didn't tell Lia (Fail Number…who's counting).
Anyway, a few days later, I spent an hour searching for it.
No dice.
No ring.
I told Lia. She, like always, was gracious. It helped that ring number two had last ten years and had only cost $9.90.
So now I have to decide what to do. I'm leaning toward a ring tattoo. What do you think? What would you do?
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