“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Graves groans. Exasperatedly, at that — like it’s a burden to clarify to his wife that his lighthearted jab towards her was meant to be just that. Lighthearted, duh.

In hindsight, though, it probably was a burden for Graves. All he wanted to do the moment he stepped through the front door was to sit down on the couch, relax into the cushions, and watch today’s football game on the big screen. Oh, and with a cold beer in hand as well — can’t forget that.

You’re quite certain that when the time finally comes, your husband will be buried in his grave — a hypothetical you currently can’t find yourself knocking on wood over — with a chilled, tall can of Coors.

“You’re making a big deal outta nothing.” Like always, Graves wants to add. Instead, he opts to wave his hand at you dismissively.

“Oughta learn how to reign in your temper. That’s the first thing they taught us back when I was still a recruit.”