The jeans pocket

So last night for about 2 hours I went through the most anxiety I have ever felt in my life. So here is the long story, it is a good one. Dave and I have put Toby in obedience school in order to have an obeying dog and one that everyone will want to be around. So last week I found out that we had to hand feed him a lot of treats and my hands were beginning to accumulate a lot of gross stuff on them after hand feeding Toby so many treats. So this week I decided to take off my rings in order to save them the gross treatment from Toby's mouth. So I put them in my pocket of my jeans and went into class. Well the class went great and as you guessed my hands were disgusting. I was glad I took off my rings. That night as I was getting ready for bed I realized I hadn't taken my rings out of my pants so I got my pants off the hanger and checked my pockets. I couldn't find anything. So I checked again, this time all the pockets, nothing. So then I thought they must have fallen out when I hung up my pants. So I checked all our shoes and the floor in the closet, nothing. By this point I was trying not to panic and had Dave help me, trying not to freak out. Well after about an hour of looking, by this time balling because I was so worried we wouldn't find my wedding ring and wouldn't be able to replace it, it's custom made and absolutely gorgeous. Dave had me go through the steps starting from when I got home from work. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened to them except that i knew I had put them in my pant pocket. But then I started second guessing myself. By this time it was midnight and I was in hysterics. Dave said we should drive over to the dog training place and look in the parking lot to see if they fell out of my pocket or just fell on the ground. So we drove over at midnight to try and look, nothing. We drove back home and going through my mind as I am exhausted, crying and regretting not getting the insurance on the ring, I played through all the scenarios of getting a new ring or not getting one. I knew we can't afford it right now with trying to refinish our house and it wasn't insured. I knew it had been custom made and that if a new one was made it wouldn't look the original and it wouldn't be the ring that dave proposed with and the one we got married with. I'm sentimental that way I guess. All these things are going through my mind and I'm so upset at myself for having a horrible memory. We got home and I started searching again. I pulled the shoes out again and found nothing. I was at the last straw and it was 1 in the morning. I pulled the pants out one more time and checked the pockets, as I did the rings fell out into my hand. I looked up at Dave and just started balling. We had been praying ever since I couldn't find them and I was absolutely amazed they just fell into my hand. Dave and I had both checked the jeans at least 10 times and found nothing. Well what had happened is that they had somehow gotten wedged in the little space that is between the pocket and the zipper, you know that little space that some jeans have? I was so happy and tired that I couldn't stop crying and praying for thanks. So the moral of the story. If you put anything small in your jean pockets make sure you check that small space :)