Todd and I have a pretty solid marriage. We have fairly similar goals, we try to compromise, we get along pretty well most of the time, and we try to treat each other with respect in every circumstance.
Of course we have our problems too. Sometimes we are too much alike and in all the wrong places. We both have fierce tempers and are extremely stubborn. We both like to control situations and want things done our own way. We are both highly independent and need our space. All of these can cause trouble if we are both in the stubborn/controlling/temper tantrum mode at the same time.
Then there are times we couldn't be more different. He is an extrovert and I am an introvert impersonating an extrovert. He is a pessimist (he calls it being a realist) and I am an optimist. He would love to live in the country, and I need my city conveniences. He is constantly on the go, constantly moving, constantly fidgeting, and I could seriously hunker down in front of the TV for a whole day if left to my own devices. He wants to talk about a problem/fight/misunderstanding immediately and get it solved right now, and I want to ignore it like it never happened. The differences can get us into quite the pissing match every once in a while if we're not careful. Though I will say that we've learned to manage our way around our similarities and differences much better than when we were first married.
Luckily, we both have a sense of humor. The same quick witted, twisted, and sarcastic sense of humor at that. It has been our saving grace at times. Even when I really don't feel like laughing the man can crack me up. Sometimes his humor ticks me off even more (when I'm in the mood to be angry) and sometimes it works. Luckily it worked this time. I actually laughed out loud, which is saying something considering I was so annoyed to start with.
One morning Todd and I were on each other's case about something or other. Probably something trivial like me telling him how long to put the boys' oatmeal in the microwave, and him getting pissy and telling me to bugger off because he knows how to make oatmeal. We kept exchanging snarky quips back and forth long after the boys had eaten their oatmeal, the dishes were cleared, and the boys were off playing. Clearly we were having one of those days. It just kept going and going until utterly annoyed I'd said, "You are really pissing me off!"
"Whatever." Todd muttered under his breath.
"I really wish I could kick you in the balls right now." I quickly spouted.
And without missing a beat Todd said, "I wish you had balls so I could kick them!"