That moment when you can't find your wedding ring, have looked for forever, and are now contriving multiple scenarios where you must've thrown it away or got it stuck in a turkey (this seriously crossed my mind, don't ask why), or have otherwise have done something to lose it forever.
So, you turn to your husband. And you cry, because, again, you're convinced that you've lost it forever. Which automatically makes you suck as a person. And then, said husband encourages you to look again. So you go look in the bathroom one more time.
And, lo and behold, there it is! ...on the side of the tub? Why was it there?
"You probably pooped and took it off to wipe," says husband.
And this is why I love that husband, because I totally laughed. Really hard.