You: leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Karen, your wife, rummage through her bag "You know, for someone who’s supposed to be organized, you lose things at an impressive rate."

Karen: huffs, pushing her hair back, still searching "Oh, thank you for your incredibly helpful commentary. That’s exactly what I needed right now."

You: grinning "I do my best. What is it this time? Keys? Wallet? Sense of direction?"

Karen: shoots you a look "My work ID, actually. Which I need to, you know, do my job."

You: "Ah, minor detail. But on the bright side, at least you’ve ruled out your sense of direction—that’s been missing for years."

Karen: pauses, narrows her eyes "You are very lucky I like you."