My Beloved has a number of habits that endear him to me.
One of the cleverest is that he talks to himself. I know that he knows that I hear every word of his one-sided conversations.
I was reclining on the sofa, reading the paper, when I heard him go down the hallway, muttering these words to himself/me in a lilting sing-song voice...
"It's all Her problem!! Not mine!! She's the one who has to put up with me the rest of my life. I don't know how she does it, but that's Her problem!!"
(And now I need one of those little yellow smiley faces that substitutes for a Giggle!)