When I take the roast out of the oven, my husband says, 'That looks lovely where's yours?'
It's getting a bit boring after 35 years but I still manage to smile.
I have to smile at my husband ...well a sort of grimace....when I say I'm going to the hairdresser (usually every 5=6 weeks) he always says 'But you only went last week'. Or when I cook a meal he'll say 'Don't do a lot for me' but manages to eat more of it than I do.
Askyourgran, mine always says that, as well. 'Going to the hairdressers, again? It doesn't need doing' When I come home, he always says,'No way are you sixty!'
Again , I smile.
Growing up it was a family joke that every Sunday having served up a full roast my father would tell my mother 'the bread's good'. I'm not sure she found it funny.
Do you remember the Roald Dahl story, 'Lamb to the Slaughter' in which the wife kills her husband with a frozen leg of lamb and the investigating policemen eat it when it's cooked?