My wife stepped out of the shower, completely naked, and marched into the bedroom with confidence. “Babe,” she said, “shut the curtains! I don’t want the neighbours to see me naked.” I looked up from my phone, smirked, and without thinking, replied, “Don’t worry — if the neighbours see you naked, they’ll shut their own damn curtains!”
For a second, silence filled the room — then she burst out laughing, half annoyed, half amused. Moments like these remind me that humor is a dangerous weapon in marriage — one that can get you killed or kissed depending on timing. Sometimes, the truth slips out in the funniest ways, proving that love, after all, survives best when it’s seasoned with a little sarcasm.
