Scene: Bedroom, very, very late at night. Or maybe 11:00pm. I don't know, I go to bed early.
Me [crossly, because I was ASLEEP and the husband came to bed and WOKE ME UP like he does every fucking night, and also fixing my pillows in a menacing fashion, because I can't get comfortable]: Why do you do this every night? You woke me up! You ruined my pillows!
The Husband [calmly, marking his place in his book]: It must be nice to be married to your nemesis. You conveniently have someone to blame when everything goes wrong.
The Husband [smirkily]: You know, we said, "For better or for worse."
Me [still adjusting pillows, unhappily]: When does the better kick in? Because it's been worse, poorer and sickness.
The Husband: Better, richer and in health were just options, not guarantees.
Me: That is NOT fair.
The Husband: We might not even love each other better, richer or in health.
Me [finally getting my pillows organized]: I'm willing to take that chance.