Last night Hubs and I were having a conversation in which I was–predictably–emotional and over-reactive. Hubs was–predictably–calm and rational and (dadgummit) right. When it was over he looked at me with something resembling a smirk.
Hubs: You know I love you, even though you’re kooky.
Me: Of course you do. Can you even imagine if you were married to somebody…
Me: [Something resembling a glare.]
Hubs: Yes, dear. It would be very dull.
Me: Thank you.