My husband? He's observant.
And he likes me. So, he observes me. (That's not the injustice...the injustice is coming...)
When he observes me, he makes observations. (Here comes the injustice)
Such as, "HEEEEEYYYYY, where did you get THAT shirt?!"
"Um. Er. Ah. Ahem...my drawer?", I reply as I inconspicuously clip off the tags.
Or, "Wait a minute...where did you get THOSE sweatpants?!"
"Oh, THESE old things? *coughFromOldNavycough* Found 'em in my closet!", is my response as I hastily throw the Old Navy bag away.
And then, "Hold on...YOU GOT NEW JAMMIES TOO!"
Then I throw my arm over my head and exclaim, "DUDE! You're a guy! You're not supposed to notice these things...especially the sweatpants!"
And then he chuckles and walks away shaking his head.
(Stay tuned for the announcement for this year's "Mr. Wonderfulest Contest"!! Coming soon...)