Dressing My Spouse

I may have mentioned that Steve is not really into clothes.  Also, I had to do a lot of work to convince him to wear summer clothes in the summertime.  I bought him a pair of shorts the first year we were married and he wears them so often that they've become less and less presentable until Steve himself asked me the other week to find him some more. 

Every Monday I make the rounds to the two thrift stores in town that have buy-one-get-one-free specials that day in an attempt to keep myself clothed in actual maternity clothes rather than Steve's t-shirts.  This Monday I scored two maternity shirts, two pairs of maternity capris, and two pairs of shorts for Steve.  I didn't take Steve to the store, because intentionally taking him clothes shopping is a bit like taking a cat to the swimming pool--everyone ends up sad. 

When I got home, I pulled out the bag of clothes, told Steve about my purchases, and went to unpack the groceries.  I heard Steve exclaim, "These are great.  The perfect length."  And when I turned around, he was wearing my capri pants.  Oh, lady pants.  You rear your ugly head again.  They really do fit him nicely.  I suppose that if he doesn't mind that I wear his clothes while I'm pregnant, I shouldn't be stingy with mine.