Full-time cynic Gisele Howard has no illusions about the vegetative state of her marriage or the reason for that state: two tiny humans, a caring but clueless husband, and a selectively deaf dog with bladder control issues make for easy pickings when trying to find a scapegoat. But better a decrepit union than the custodial battle her cousin is waging.

That is, until her mother-in-law shares a picture of her vagina online, her social media account invites her to become friends with her husband’s new sex bomb intern and an old flame makes her wonder if maybe, just maybe, there should be more to love than checking sex and affection off the Chores list.