Hubby: Baby, if I make over-time this week, we could take you out shopping for new clothes.
Me: Huh? What? You hate shopping and helllooo, I have no job, we have
lawyer fees, rent, bills, diapers and every other bloody thing
imaginable! We can't spend money on clothes for me.
Hubby: Yes we can, you need it.
Me: Um, excuse me, since when are you interested in what I wear? You never comment on what I wear, no matter how hard I try.
And then I stop walking (we were on our way to the supermarket) and I look down at myself.
Me: Oh boy, I've turned into a dude.Continued here . . .