it's no crop field or sandy beach....

...but the wedding ring is lost nonetheless....

as I type this, Kieran and his friend, John, are performing some "MacGyver the lost episodes" on our living room chair. Yes, I said it, the living room chair. Kieran was playing with his wedding ring as he was sitting and watching the championship game and it fell down the chair cushions. No problemo? No way, Jose. Because it went down below the cushion to the hollow space between where your rear parks itself and the floor....and we learned that the arms are also hollow. Now, back in the day, my former roomie and dear friend, Ani, had a cat that gave birth to a litter in that little section of a love seat because there was a little hole. Unfortunately, our chair does not have the same little hole.

But IT DOES NOW, because Kieran and John ripped out the staples under the chair and the ring was located. I had to stop typing to get John a band-aid....and as I was trying to find a band-aid that did not have Hello Kitty on it, Kieran retrieved the ring. And the chair now has some nice fabric hanging down underneath. Hopefully it's not too noticeable and will not cause my OCD to flare up....