In the Dog House

We all do things in our lives that land us in the "Dog House" at some point. Well, Brent is offically in that place. This afternoon Brent came upstairs from being in the basement for a while playing on the computer and stated "um, I was just in the basement and we have a problem." My first thought was something involving mice since we have already caught three. No, it did not involve mice. Brent lost his wedding ring. Yes, his WEDDING RING! He remember having it on this morning when he ate breakfast, but after playing outside with his brother and father shooting guns, he realized it was gone. He spent the afternoon searching the yard with his medal detector and house and nothing showed up. He has no idea as to where it could be. He said he had to of lost it when he was shooting his brother's new gun because it shakes your hands so much, but was not able to find it. It is hard telling where it is if it fell off outside.

I had to of course give Brent a lot of greif over the situation. Because you know if I lost mine he would be outraged and he agreed with that statement. He said "oh, yeah you would be in a world of trouble."

Tomorrow, he is going to go shopping to purchase a new one, but the point of the matter is he lost his.