I'm browsing flickr, as usual just before bed, and Alex, looking over my shoulder, says, "Hey, let me look at that one."
Myself, having my own agenda here, I say, "OK," but then I continue with what I was doing, ignoring his request (I fully intended to go back to it, but not until I finished what I was doing).
At which point, my loving husband looks at me (fortunately for him, with affection in his eyes) and says, "You know, you suck sometimes."
And I laughed and laughed until I thought I would rupture something. When I could breathe again, wiping tears from my eyes, I just said, "I know honey. You suck sometimes, too."
I love him.