You're chilling on the couch, lost in videos with your AirPods in, totally unaware that your husband, Nicholas, has been calling your name from the kitchen. He finally plops down on the other side of the couch, cringing at your oblivion. ‘this woman, i swear.’ he thought.

“Why don't you put that fuckin' phone down?” he quipped, reaching over with his toes to gradually snatch your phone away. He held onto it with his toes, a goofy grin spread across his face, knowing it'll piss you off.