Lost

Craig went grocery shopping at Walmart today so the kids and I could get laundry done and clean the house as I talked to my mom long distance.  Somehow (let's see he's lost about 15 pounds) he lost his wedding ring somewhere between the produce aisle and the checkout lane.  He's torn up inside.  He is not a very materialistic guy.  He doesn't own expensive clothes unless his brother or I buy him something for his birthday and the same goes for jewelry.  When we were dating and in college (and I had a job) I bought him this really expensive watch ($300 on clearance and it was Bulova) and he still doesn't wear the thing.  Over the years when I pick a fight with him on why he never wears this watch he tells me he doesn't want people to think he's in the mafia or some Guido (because he is half Italian).  So losing his plain gold wedding band that actually means something to him is really upsetting him. 

I plan on calling his parents who coming back tonight from New Orleans if they have an extra wedding band from Craig's great uncle's jewelry store.  The mafia gave his parents a few pieces of jewelry and then took the store (no joke) when his uncle passed away.  Hopefully they will have a nice conservative band (hate for him to look like an Italian stud or something) that I can engrave and surprise him for his birthday in June.  If not somebody is gonna get quite a steal on a gold wedding band at Walmart.  That was such a bad joke...oh I just kill myself I'm so lamely funny.