Tonight I was folding laundry and watching my DVD of Tenacious D, the greatest band in the world.

Michele walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom while the video for Tribute was playing. I said, "Shel, check it out, it's Tenacious D!" She watched the end of the video.

I said, "Do you want to watch a few of their short movies?", and I picked up the remote to play one. She said she just wanted to go to sleep. I replied, "But it's Tenacious D...".

Then she said, "Tenacious D sucks."

Anyone know a good divorce attorney?

UPDATE: Michele has responded...