While doing dishes last night, I moved my hand jerkily and my wedding band flew off (it kinda needs to be sized). Anyhoo, I thought it landed in the corner where our cabinets form an L shape. But searching on my hands and knees (which was quite painful thanks to Bootcamp) yielded no results. I called in the knight in shining armor (Matt) and enlisted his help in the search. We looked ALL OVER. Moved the fridge, ec. etc. I was really pretty convinced it hadn't gone far. I hadn't heard rolling or anything. But it wasn't there!

Then Matt noticed that if you put your hand up under the lip of the cabinet (where the cabinet meets the baseboard) there was a hole.... ruh-roh. We could not think of another single spot where my ring could be and so Matt ended up ripping off part of the baseboard and sure enough ... back about a foot in there, almost underneath the neighboring cabinet (and almost REALLY REALLY lost) was my wedding band. It is back in my posession now and I'm very happy. Poor Matt will be spending a couple of hours this weekend fixing the baseboard. And my rings are going to the jeweler's.