Setting: Me squeezing my fat ass into some jeans and Sweety is peeking at me from the bathroom door.
Me: Blah, blah, blah. (just trying to make small talk so he doesn't notice the gymnastics I'm doing to squeeze into the pants)
And I finally get them on.
Him: Wow. You should get a job as a structural engineer. Or a mass transit consultant.
Me: You know, calling your wife fat is one way to NEVER GET SEX AGAIN.
Him: I didn't say the f-word. I know you hate your job and it seems that you have definite talent in other areas.
Then he closes to door to do his "thinking" on the toilet.
Really, what's not to love?