As I put my belt on today (because I'm wearing jeans- what the heck happened to the 110 degree weather??) and one of the metal rivets popped off. Which is an entirely other post, one about how I've gained twenty pounds since the wedding and I've totally got to get off my tush and move...
Anyways.
So the little metal rivet pops off of my belt and pings on the floor.
I yell over to Hunky Husband, who's messing around on iTunes in the other room. "I lost my rivet!"
To which he responds, "Oh no! You'd better go to the King of the Frogs to get a new one!"
No, honey. Rivet, not "ribbit."
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