A fishy story

One normal Saturday, on an island, 4 friends decided to go snorkeling. It was a great trip until with lots of cool things to see right in our cove, until in one moment i felt my wooden wedding ring ( made for the summer and this purpose exactly) slip from my finger as i swam, and wood naturally floats so as it neared me and i reached down to rescue my token of marriage, almost as if in slow motion an orange Garibaldi fish split the gap and chomped down on my ring and then swam away from me.

i was shocked!

thinking it had been my real ring our sweet friend butch ran to grab a net to catch the little guy but to no avail, we did however get a good picture of the culprit, too bad there are only about a million of them in these waters.

 Don't be deceived by his innocent look, this is a true story!

luckily i have the sweetest husband who bought me a replacement at the Bay of Seven moons in Avalon.

All is Well All is Well