I've lost my rings...

... And don't know where to find them! I don't want to tell Lar, either.  The last time they came up missing was about twenty-five years ago.  My daughter thought they were pretty, and took them out to our chicken coop to play with.  She lost them.  Larry had to get a co-worker to come out with a metal detector to find them.  It has been suggested that my granddaughter might know something about the missing rings.  I already thought of that and I called her last evening.  She denied any knowledge of my rings.  Of course, her Mom was listening to every word she said.  I'm sure she put me on speaker.  It would never cross Christina's mind to tell her story about my rings... but I intend to remind her that she wasn't punished when she lost them, and Nee won't be, either, not unless Chrissy wants me to sic Lar on her!  But, I am assuming that Renee has taken them... and they could simply be lost through my own fault.  My biggest fear is that Lar will think I 'lost' them on purpose.  Last year I wanted to get new bands for our 40th anniversary, but my 'romantic' husband said, "What for?  We already have rings!" Now, all I wanted was nice bands.  His original band doesn't fit now, and I just wanted to celebrate that anniversary in a special way.  Here it is, two days from number 41... and he'll find it suspicious.  Then again, he might want to talk to Nee, too.  Trust me, he might have been provoked with our daughter when she took my rings, and scolded just a bit and talked about taking things that don't belong to you, but Nee won't even get that... not from Grampa. LOL

On a different note, our son is home from Chicago this weekend.  He brought his partner with him, and Lar met him for the first time.  Unfortunately, his name is Christopher.  Our daughter is Christina, who is married to Chris.  It is crazy keeping them all straight. LOL  We do like Christopher, and Lar told me last night that he thinks Christopher is really nice.  I'd forgotten how much food young men eat in one sitting, but oh my, there weren't too many leftovers.  Yes, they ate on the way here. 

Tonight we are all going to our Magic Club's banquet.  Paul and I made the table decorations last night.  I just couldn't find time during the week to get them done, so my brother felt he needed to stay until after midnight to make sure things got finished in time to dry. LOL  We made top hats out of foam sheets and we made magic wands out of dowels.  I put a satin ribbon band on the hats this morning, and put two small playing cards in the band.  They aren't perfect, but they turned out well enough I won't be ashamed to put them on the tables.  I'm not a magician magician.  I participate in the club, and do a trick at the meetings... but my real strength is the behind the scenes stuff.

No kind of spanking going on.  I think Lar was tempted the other evening when I snapped at him, but he bit his tongue, and once he realized I wasn't really upset with him, he calmed down, and went into 'problem solver' mode.  I like that he always wants to help if he can.  Listening and communicating are so darn important in a marriage.  And sometimes 'listening' to what is behind the actions is very important.  I was raised in a home where it was considered weak to cry and say you were hurt or upset.  However, losing your temper was acceptable, and preferable, to tears.  So, even though I try really hard to control my temper, a burst of it will shine through when I least expect it.  Lar 'listens' to that, and knows it means that something is going on inside me.  He will draw that out of me, and I find it most helpful in dealing with whatever has me snarling and snapping at him.  AND, saying "I'm sorry"is important.  I try to let him know that I realize I was awful to act like a testy brat.   (Lar is awake, hours earlier than I thought he would be... time to do another search for my rings.)

Have a nice weekend.
Joannie