When you’re married, sometimes you do foolish sit-com like things without realising it.
My wife and I are the same clothing size, roughly, which is luckier for her than for me.
She likes my shirts but I’m not a huge fan of wearing dresses and skirts.
Today though, because she took yet another shirt of mine, and I didn’t want to go downstairs to our room, I decided ‘huh, I’m going to wear one of her t-shirts.’
Yes I was lazy on principle.
Her shirt is comfortable but it looks better on her and I hate the sleeves.
But because I’m stubborn, I’m not taking it off. Dammit.