Homer has got to be the most ridiculous man ever. He's so useless, he only has emotions for:
2. Lately, Spiderpig (... Spiderpig, Does whatever a Spiderpig can), and...
Oh and chilli cookouts, Duff Beer, and going to Moe's (but I still feel donuts still hold the supremest reign).
Marrying someone like Homer would only drive me INSANE. Whenever he pulls a stupid gag, I always cringe and think "Oh God please NEVER let my husband be like that!" My heart goes out to Marge for the stroke of bad luck.
Until I saw the 13th ep of Season 6, "And Maggie Makes Three".
"When Marge insists on the weekly hour for the family without TV, they decide to spend the time looking through the family photo albums. Bart and Lisa comment on the lack of baby pictures for Maggie, so to explain for it Homer starts a long story beginning with Maggie's conception and birth. Homer hated working at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, and had a dream job of working at a bowling alley. Through "careful" budgeting, he managed to make that dream come true. He quit the power plant, and went to get a job at Barney’s Bowl-A-Rama. It meant less pay, but also less stress, a friendly atmosphere, and enabled them to have just enough money to get by with the four of them.
. . .
Homer was not happy when he found out about the new baby, and completely unenthusiastic about the impending birth. Because of the financial problems caused by the pregnancy of the baby, Homer was forced to quit his dream job and go back to the Power Plant. Mr. Burns smugly allowed him to return, but only after placing a plaque in Homer’s station saying "Don’t forget: you’re here forever", to remind him that he could never quit again. As much as he dreaded the idea of having another child, as soon as Maggie was born, Homer immediately fell in love with her. When Bart and Lisa still don't understand what that has to do with Maggie's pictures, Homer just merely mentions that they're in the place where he needs them the most. The scene then cuts to his workplace with all of Maggie's pictures positioned around the plaque to alter it into saying "Do it for her.""
And that's when I fell in love.
If I married Homer, I'd still be pissed off at him on a daily basis, but I'd still remember why I loved him in the first place. So here's a picture that's very close to my heart, of me sharing a tender moment with Homer (sorry Marge, pinjam a while ah pls):