My decidedly strange husband DW just called me ranting about 3 x packets of instant noodles that have gone missing.
DW: "Did you move my noodles?"
ME: "What are you talking about?"
DW: "My two minutes noodles...you moved them!"
ME: "Um...you move my noodles, too, baby..."
DW: "What are you talking about?"
ME: "Aren't we having phone sex?"
DW: (hangs up)
This is precisely why couples become estranged. I will no longer move his noodle in any way shape or form.