Actually, I am not the loser. The hubs is. And I was on the verge of killing him yesterday.
He lost his damn wedding ring!
Between holes three and four yesterday, he had the brilliant idea to take off his ring and put it in his pocket to improve his grip and his swing. (I'm talking golf, for those of you who are scratching your heads.) Then, lo and behold, the ring was gone...all in the name of making par.
It was the best six-month anniversary present! Ever!
On opposite day.
The ring has been found. It was on the golf cart path. Phew.