Every weekday morning while Jason's in the shower, I lay out his clothes for the day. I choose everything from his shirt and tie down to his shoes and socks.
I may go so far as putting his belt in his pants before he puts them on so he doesn't have to worry about missing loops. What can I say- I like to help a man out.
The extent of my helping out was made manifest Saturday morning when Jason woke up early to play basketball. I stayed in bed while he shuffled about getting ready.
I heard him get to the front door and was about to go back to sleep when he suddenly burst into the room.
"I forgot to put on a shirt."
Nothing establishes a sense of marital security like knowing how much you're needed, even if it's just to avoid indecent exposure.