Yes, my wedding ring.
In my seatbelt clicker thingy majig.
After frantically searching my car for my ring, I happened to see it shining up through the grace of God and my garage door opener light.
I texted my husband and told him I lost my ring, but I found it. But I couldn't get it out.
I could practically hear him sighing and see him rolling his eyes as he texted back, asking where it was.
I sent him the above picture.
His response was immediate: "WTF is that a picture of?"
I told him it was my seatbelt clicker thingy majig. And my wedding ring.
This time I could practically hear him swearing before he texted me back. "I'll get it out. Did your fingers shrink?"
I shot back with a no, to which he replied, "Then WTF was your ring doing off your finger?"
I explained I was putting on lotion at a stop light and the ring rolled off my lap. I defensively asked if he wanted me to have a dirty ring.
His response?
"No, I want you to have dry hands."
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