Um. Awkward.

...that moment when you're doing the laundry and pull a condom out of your husband's jeans pocket and have a mental melt down/heart attack right then and there since you had your tubes tied about 6 months ago...

...eventually you gather your senses, look down at the package in your hand to realize that it's not a condom at all, but a Ramen Noodle spice packet that your husband picked up off the ground in the parking lot of his work.

In review: My husband is a good man - he is faithful to the vows he made and he picks up litter.