Today, like many other days in the Vint home was well.... eventful! I was sitting in my living room talking to my friend Jessie and all of a sudden. Pop! My wedding ring came flying off of my finger and rolled down into the crack of the couch (the funny thing is, I rarely play with my ring).
What is a woman in distress to do but call her beloved husband for help! =)
Joel ripped off the black stuff stapled to the bottom of the couch. He then tried to shimmy my ring from of the arm of the couch and out through a tiny hole. Complicated? Yes! While I stood giggling, giving my worried 2 cents of instruction. Did I believe it could be done this way? No... of course I thought we'd have to cut the couch apart.