Ring around the rosie....again...

Well - I did the ring thing again. Yesterday afternoon I realized my wedding ring was not on my finger - and after yet one more frantic search...I could not find it. Last time, my horror realization was that I might have accidentally burned it with the garbage. Yesterday - my horror struck when I realized it could very well be in the meatloaf that was bubbling away in the crock pot all afternoon!

I fought the urge to rip the cord from the wall and dump it all in the kitchen sink. So, I stabbed it a few times with a knife and never hit anything....Hmmmm.

Well - I had a weird notion. I went upstairs and checked the pillow. If you recall - I found it there last time. (No, SJ...no pillow fights with random girls wearing skimpy nighties!)

What are the odds. I did not find the ring in the pillowcase - but when I yanked back the comforter (just because that is what you do when you can't think of anywhere else to look) there it was at the foot end of the bed.

What in the @#$%% am I doing at night? What OTHER things could I be doing at night in my sleep? See where this is going, now? Maybe I am one of those night eaters, too? Wouldn't that suck. Here I thought I have gained 15 pounds by healthy eating and working out. I'll bet I am packing away 10,000 or so calories - right after I strip off my jewelry and hide it in my bed. I haven't found any wrappers, however - that is a comforting thought. Of course - it is entirely possible I may have gobbled up the wrapper in my sleepy jewelry hiding state of mind. I'm thinkin' I could swallow a Ho Ho wrapper if I set my mind to it. Really.