So my lovely wife buys me a ringtone...

I didn't even know you could buy ringtones. Seriously. My phone has like 80,000 of the things, only a handful of which I can stand, so for the last 6 months it's just been on vibrate. Rogue magically added some to her phone, but they were all so excessively lame that I laughed out loud at them, and still do whenever I remember to.

But apparently sick of my telephonic conservatism, Rogue spent a couple bucks jazzing up my cell phone on my behalf. I now have a background(?) desktop(?) whatever it is, with the Iron Maiden logo on it. That's cool.

Then when I was basking in the glow of my newly-recovered coolness, she called me. Suddenly my phone starts playing the theme from "Halloween." Now that's really cool. But it still freaks me out every time my phone rings.

And that's why I let myself be tricked into marrying her...