Cue the Band

So Patrick and I were playing Scrabble the other night (this is how we really get down on the weekend). We were up a little late. When we woke up, Patrick realized that his wedding ring was gone. He was super bummed. He thought that, perhaps, it had gotten flushed down a toilet or dropped down a drain somehow. All day yesterday we flipped over couches, tore apart the bed, searched the backyard. Nothing. I had a feeling it would turn up somehow. After all, we didn't go anywhere and I was pretty sure Patrick would've heard it bounce off of a sink or the wood floors or the deck out back if it had fallen off. But he was super upset about it. ...