See what I have to live with?

Tonight Kristen A. came over. She, Josh and I went for Vietnamese food up at 11th & Washington. Kristen loves Vietnam more than America...

Josh and I have this thing we each say, always sardonic, with an indolent roll of the eyes, to any third person who happens to be around: "See what I have to live with?" Usually when one of us says or does something the other interprets as vaguely ridiculous.
Example #1 and #2:
Kristen and I were sitting in the kitchen and I was talking fanatically about a book on anomalous natural phenomena I had just gotten from The Sourcebook Project. (This type of thing, this fascination I have is a derivative of living for 23 years with my father. I seem to have inherited his proclivities toward conspiracy and revisionism.) Josh gets home from work and goes to change his clothes. He comes out of his room holding a shirt and asks me, ruefully, "do you think i should wear this? I don't know if I should wear this shirt."
I turn to Kristen who has 5/8th of a smirk across her face, and say, "see what I have to live with?"
We walk to Viet Huong and are seated by a chubby Vietnamese fellow who bows grinningly as he hands us our menus. Someone says something about coconuts. I offer a bit of trivia to Kristen I had recently read in a book, about some form of crab, on islands in the south pacific, that can actually crack open coconuts. (There is some basis for me mentioning this arcane bit of trumpery. Mostly because I had recently borrowed to Kristen the book in mention: "The Island of the Colorblind.") Immediately Josh says, "see what I have to live with!" Now, Josh has heard me tell this anecdote a couple times before, but that isn't what he's concerned with. I say, "what? I think that's pretty interesting," then mostly joking: "you should be lucky, it's like you have an encyclopedia living with you." Josh turns to Kristen, "see what I have to live with, I have to live with the most annoying encyclopedia ever."