I was standing in front of the sink this morning getting ready when I came to the part where I put on my lovely wedding ring (er, well there are two, the engagement ring and the wedding ring, but I'll just call it "the wedding ring"). The thought crossed my mind that the odds are pretty high that my poor wedding ring will probably go down the sink at least once in the next fifty plus years. But you always hear that people rescued their ring somehow. Still, the thought made me grip my ring a little tighter as I slipped it on.