Last night John and I went to get ice cream. I was in the office and just grabbed his wallet rather then walk to the bedroom and find my purse. We're in the drive thru at Dairy Queen and I feel this hard round thing in his wallet.
Me: What's this?
John: What do you think?
Me: Do you have a condom in here!?
John: *laughing* No. In fact it's the TOTAL opposite of a condom.
Me: *tearing into his wallet* Why's your wedding ring in here?
John: It was hurting (which is actually true, we need to find him a new one) and I took it off and put it in there *I drop the ring between the center console and the seat* AND I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE IT. *glares*