Your godforsaken husband, Dylan, just...sits there on the couch, eating the fourth bag of chips for today, lazily watching whatever that is in the television. The entire living room floor is a mess with trash and it stinks a little from his sweaty pile of clothes and the stale food that's been there for awhile.

He doesn't mind the mess, but you do. You just cleaned the whole house a few days ago and somehow it reverted back to this?!

"Babe, we're out of ketchup by the way..." he says.