FOUND!

After a lot of back-tracking in my head (I just KNOW I put that ring back on after making those pizzas!), and a very sudden epiphany of just "one more place" I may not have checked, I actually FOUND my wedding ring.

It was in the bathroom. In the bottom of the wicker basket where I keep Izzy's pull-ups. WHY I suddenly remembered that I had filled the basket over the weekend, so maybe I should check UNDERNEATH the diapers, I have no idea? WHY I would put the ring there when it's not three feet from it's assigned (when it's not on my finger) resting place, I have NO idea?

Whew! OK, I'm ready for the next crisis.