I lost mine a couple of months after my wedding.
We got a little snow one day, and my very late-addition-to-the-family baby brother, who was a month away from being 9 years old at the time, wanted to go sledding. My wife and I took him to a nice big hill near the university campus (if you are familiar with Clemson U., you probably know the place -- the dike across the road from the baseball field).
Anyway, we sledded for a while, and as we were about to leave, I realized that my wedding band was missing. I searched for a while, then went and got a metal detector and searched a wide area of the hill where we had been sledding from top to bottom. Took quite a while. Lots of hits with the detector, but no ring (and nothing else very interesting, though I didn't dig at all) The light snow cover was melting and the bottom of the hill was getting pretty muddy. My parents came out and looked around for a while. No luck.
I was at the bottom of the hill, trying to decide if another metal-detector sweep would be worthwhile when I heard my mom yelling for me. She was at the top of the hill, waving her arm in the air.
She had found my ring, right up top. The day had warmed up and a lot of the snow had melted. She was casually looking around and saw it up there. The snow had melted from around it, but it was still full of snow, she said. I was so happy to have it back. I had almost given up hope of finding it.
I figure that I must have pulled it off with my gloves, or I pulled it off my finger when I wasn't wearing gloves one of the times I uncrossed my arms.
My wife was with me when I lost it and helped me hunt it, but she would have been cool about even if she hadn't been there.
BeetleBailey,
My recommendation is just to tell your wife what happened. You weren't up to something you shouldn't have been when you lost it, were you?
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