Funny conversations with my wife yesterday.
She can't find her favorite pair of jeans, so she asks me, "I'm missing a pair of jeans. Do you have them? They're my favorite J. Jill jeans."
Well, I know I'm not guilty. I have my own girls jeans that she doesn't know about (at least I don't think she knows), and I think her jeans will be too large, but I'm smart enough not to say that.
So, I half jokingly ask her, "Would I like them? Do you think they would fit me?"
Nonetheless, I go looking through my jeans drawer just in case. I don't want her looking through my dresser because she *will* find some (of my) clothes that she doesn't want to see.
Anyhow, she eventually finds her jeans in her closet.
Then last night, we're folding laundry together, and she shows me a pair of gray cotton underwear. So she asks me, "Are these yours, or mine?" I said "Let me take a look at them", because I have a lot of men's low rise bikinis, and it could be mine. I don't think so, because when I wear them, I hide them and wash them separately when she's not around. They're too femme looking for her to see, even though they are MEN'S. But, as soon as I go to look at the underwear, she looks at the size label, and says, "Oh. They's size 6. They must be mine" and she puts them in her pile.
I'm not sure if she's becoming more accepting, testing me, or just trying to be funny.