Love stinks.

A conversation between me and Juan after I was trapped in bed with him passing some less than pleasant gas...

Me: "AAAAAAHH!! I can't handle it anymore!"
Juan: "What do you mean you can't handle it?"
"It smells like you are dieing inside! What did you eat?!"
"Same as you. You made it!"
"No, I didn't eat the beans. It must be the beans!"
"Did you make them with love?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then that's it!"
"What?! Why?"
"Because love stinks!"

Oh, the joys of being married.