Often upon opening the door to my dryer I am blessed by the treasures I find. A dollar here a quarter there you’d be amazed at the things I find. A few months ago I opened the door and a $10 bill fell out on the floor. At the sight of it I let out a little squeal and did a happy dance. I’m not exagerating, you can ask Amy she was on the phone with me when I found it.

Just now I opened my overly loaded dryer and something surprising popped out . . . my wedding ring. The shiny little matrimonial symbol jumped right out of the dryer and landed on the bathroom floor. How did it get there? I don’t know, I don’t know if I want to know. I’m just thankful it’s now resting comfortably where it belongs, on my finger.

I guess this gives a whole new meaning to Rocks In My Dryer
OH, and Shhhhh, don’t tell Kurt