Snoring is my biggest complaint. It's like sleeping with a chainsaw an inch from my ear.

Inertia. If I am running like a loon trying to paint a room, run laundry, pick up kids from hither & yon, start dinner and listen to my MIL on the phone, MOVE IT!! Do something, anything, without my stopping in my tracks to say "Hey, you've seen 'Independence Day' 4,356 times, could you possibly turn it off & put out the fire in the kitchen?"

Did I mention the snoring?

Phone. If they could implant it in his skull, he would no doubt be pleased. I may do it for him.

Oh, and he snores.

But I love him.