"Sam!" you call, "we’re going to be late at this rate, get inside!"

This isn't the first time you have had to drag your husband inside, and it certainly will not be the last. He comes in through the back door in a sorry attempt to avoid your scolding. You put your hands on your hips.

"You need a shave, you can't show to church looking like a lunatic."

He pulls you in by your waist and attempts to assure you, "I have time, baby, we’ve got time, it's all alright.”