Woohoo!!!

I am utterly gobsmacked. My daughter came down the stairs and asked me if I was missing a ring. Last summer, I was planting copious amounts of Baltic Ivy, to cover the hill that runs up to our house. Between the plow and the salt on the roads, the hill is a complete eyesore. It has chunks out of it from the plow's blade, and nothing will grow. It gives that "Scorched Earth Policy" feeling. I was wearing my wedding rings, and my plain gold band gardening. As I waved to a neighbour, something flung off my finger. When I looked at my hand, I was missing my gold band. I searched in the mulch everywhere, I asked the boy across the street if I could borrow his metal detector, I had a search party try and find the ring. I told the kids, maybe someday it would turn up, my hopes weren't high, but I had a feeling that someday I would be reunited with it. My daughter found my ring, not outside, but wedged in the lid of my of Hawaiian Tropic Tan Extender. Not that I tan, I tried out tanning beds three times with horrible and painful results.(The owner of the tanning booth suggested 12 minutes, my first time, I was so red). I looked like I had been in a George Foreman. Absolutely grilled. I got my husband to take pictures, to show the owner, but alas. . .I forgot that I had put BLACK AND WHITE film in the camera. . .go figure. When recounting the episode to friends that were Tanning Veterans (who were the "Tan Pusher's"), they said no one in their right mind would recommend a newbie sit in a tanning bed for twelve minutes their first time. Thanks for telling me know prior to looking like a piece of pickled ginger. I use Tan Towels occasionally for that healthy glow, once in a while if I am feeling goth or see through (blame it on the Celtic Skin). For the gals out there, I recommend them. They are easy to use, even Hellen Keller wouldn't get streaks. But the ring was found in the lid, how weird is that!!! My youngest daughter is always finding things. Thank goodness she was so observant. I am so happy, this makes my day. I guess what flung from my hand was mud or something. I learned a lesson that day though, don't wear rings and garden, it just doesn't mix.