I stop stirring the mushroom sauce, and bend down to pick it up... but... I don't see it. Didz bends down and looks around, too.... nothing. It literally disappeared.
We get down on our knees, and see this:
Under the counter, above the baseboards, there's a little gap... Juuuust big enough for a wedding band to bounce into.
I was convinced it was a goner. I was already picturing a scene, 100 years from now: as they're demolishing this building to build some crazy space-aged UFO pod, one of the construction workers would yell at his crew to stop because he sees something shiny, glinting in the rubble.... A relic of a bygone era... a symbol of a love so true... a...
.... and there's Didz getting to work trying to fish it out with a fork while I daydream away. The fork approach didn't work. Neither did the magnet on a string (who knew a silver ring wasn't magnetic?). But after we got a little crafty, with the magic of double stick tape on the tips of Didz's fingers....
We got the ring, I stuck it back on his finger, and told him to never, ever, take it off again.
(Pardon the crummy photos, I was in panic mode, not photo mode)