She is a Saint

I am referring, of course to Sharon*, who has not murdered me over the past 30 years,  though such as action would be completely justified.

Case in point, she asked me to print the chicken away in the refrigerator, and I said, "No."

When she asked why, I replied, "Because I already have."

That may just seem mildly annoying, but I have been doing this for 30 years.

This, and 30 years of, "Funny haha, or funny strange?" (She still had not answered that question) make violence against me, whether bullet, knife, or cast irond skillet entirely justified.

^*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.