Actual conversation from last night:
Me: Baguette, why are you opening the closet door? Narnia isn’t in there.
Me (to Mr. Sandwich): Although I don’t actually know that. Maybe Narnia is in there.
Mr. Sandwich: If Narnia is in there, you know what that means. More storage.
Me: More cold storage.
Mr. Sandwich: But bad cold storage, because if you put a hamburger in there and come back for it a week later, it’s actually a hundred years old.
No one ever wonders why we’re married.