







It’s been a whole week since I lost my wedding rings, and I’m starting to lose hope that I’ll ever find them. Last Thursday, I took them off so that I could make two batches of pizza dough, one for our BBQ chicken pizza, and the other for doughnuts. It was sort of a whirlwind afternoon, juggling kids and keeping everyone happy while mixing and kneading. I placed the rings on the kitchen table, which was unusual for me to do. Normally, I hang them on the beak of this little ceramic bird on the window sill.
So now I’m wearing a cheap silver band that I wore when I first got engaged and was waiting for the real thing. I’m not all that attached to most material possessions, but my wedding rings hold a lot of sentimental value and meaning to me. I really miss them.





...and Peter's decision was made for him when the crib broke, making it unusable. This crib was only three years old, and the kid who broke it was not even two years old. Yeah, the rail came off completely.