After 47 years of marriage, Roy and Kelly had mastered two things: arguing over nonsense and dancing in the living room at 6 p.m. sharp.

After 47 years of marriage, Roy and Kelly had mastered two things: arguing over nonsense and dancing in the living room at 6 p.m. sharp.

One evening, Kelly stormed in. “You loaded the dishwasher wrong again!”

Roy sipped his coffee. “If I’m going to mess it up, might as well be consistent.”

He cranked up the record player. Sinatra filled the room. “May I have this fight—I mean—dance?” he asked.

Kelly rolled her eyes but took his hand. They shuffled, stepped on toes, traded sarcastic jabs… and then burst out laughing.

Because sometimes love isn’t candlelit dinners—it’s sarcastic footwork and knowing your partner will always offer a hand, even after loading the dishwasher like a raccoon.