Why my wife and I get along

I thought about a scenario that happened last night, and I couldn't help but think it summed up why my wife and I have been together so long.

Last night my wife made some chicken strips, just plain chicken strips,

then said
"there's a medly of potatoes in the fridge."

I was pissed, because I was like, who makes plain chicken strips? Put some sauce on it or some kind of seasoning.

so I said
"A medley of potato's? So do they sing a medley about how gross this plain chicken is with no sauce or anything?"

Then I thought to myself and mumbled, who eats a medley of potatos? Buy some normal stuff, shit!

And she said
"they sing a medley of how you're a ugly fat bastard!."

And here's why we always get along....

I said "Is it in that order? Ugly..... fat.... then bastard?"

She's all "No! The bastard is first!"

So I said "So I'm a bastard... fat ugly?"

She couldn't help but laugh and that broke the tension. Sense of humor comes in real handy when you're married.