Scene: getting ready for bed, Husband is brushing teeth, I am putting on over-night eye cream.
Husband: (with a toothbrush still in his mouth) You don't need that stuff you know.
Me: It's a preventative measure.
Husband: Murf, murf, gargle... ridiculous.
Me: (as I'm brushing out my hair for the evening) The grey hairs are seriously multiplying. Like rabbits. This sucks.
Husband: Oh please. You are so delusional.
Me: Oh really! See for yourself! (shoving my head in his face)
Husband: (takes a peek and backs away) Aw, man. That does suck. And all this time I thought you were being overly dramatic...
Me: Gee, I feel so much better now!
Husband: But you're going to dye it, right?