I'm a very lucky man in that I have a fault tolerant and patient wife, she is in many ways my polar opposite. Some time around the end of April or early May I realized that I didn't know where my wedding band was. Now this is a frequent occurrence, probably due to my nascent Alzheimer's Disease, well more likely it's due to the fact that I take my iron ring and my wedding band off when I'm on a construction site. I also take them off when I'm working around the house or forge. If I'd just put the rings in the same place each time I wouldn't have to search the house for them every time.
My wife hasn't said a cross word about it all summer. She was quite pleased this morning when I put a jacket on to go to work and discovered my wedding band in the breast pocket.