So yesterday I had this big pot roast dinner with gobs of mashed potatoes n' gravy. At some point I spilled the gravy on my white t-shirt.
I then had two choices.
1. Change my shirt and be a human.
2. Leave the gravy splattered shirt on to remind myself what a great cook my wife is.
(Actually I had a third choice...but it involved ice picks, kittens ,and soylant green.)
Not only did I leave the gravy splattered shirt on, but I slept with it on.
So I could dream about what a great cook my wife is.