He lost his wedding ring!
Somewhere in between our two hours of yellow floatie time at the beach, his ring fell off of his finger. I was angry/ sad for a bit. Probably for about a whole 15 seconds. And then I remembered that there was a positive to all of this. His ring was only eight dollars. Eight. Dollars! hahahaaaa. Can you believe it? That man just wanted some cheapo ring. So that's what we got (even though I've always secretly kinda hated it). But now that it's drowning somewhere in the ocean, I am determined that I WILL convince him into getting a better one. Perhaps one that fits better and doesn't get all scratched up? Mmmhmm.