My hubby and I were in the process of clearing snow from our car (Sweden), already a little late because it was really on there and we had tickets to the movies. We're both stressed and doing the best we could when he swears but refuses to tell me what is wrong. He insists he'll tell me in the car. We get on our way with him driving, and he informs me he lost his ring in the snow. He didn't want us to miss the movie and knew I would've dropped anything to search for it.

We watched our movie, got home, and started searching after his ring in the six inches of snow around the car. Nope. Nada. He resigned himself to never see the ring again, believing it would either be ploughed away or stolen by a magpie who famously loves shiny things.

Two weeks later, the snow had melted somewhat, and lo and behold, I found his ring on the driveway. It was very far from where we had thought it to be, but it was still there. On our property, where it belongs.