Ken Davis tells a delightful story in his book, I DON'T REMEMBER DROPPING THE SKUNK, BUT I DO REMEMBER TRYING TO BREATHE. He writes that one morning, not long after Diane and he were married, he saw her wedding ring lying on the bathroom sink. He thought it would be great fun to make her think it was lost, so he hid the ring. That evening, Diane asked him if he had seen her ring. He wasn't ready for the joke to be over yet, so he said no. Late at night, he woke up to the sound of uncontrollable sobbing. "What's wrong?" he mumbled, still half asleep.

"Nothing," she replied. Now he was wide awake. How was it possible to be crying uncontrollably in the middle of the night over nothing? After a great deal of probing, Diane finally blurted out, "I've lost my wedding ring."

"What a relief!" Ke…