Agree. As long as it’s not uncomfortable. My wife used to just show up with new clothes for me whenever she thought I needed something replaced. To this day (after 30+ years together), if I am thinking about something, I have to ask her what my size is.
I always liked shoveling the driveway. After I finished ours, I would go do all the divorced women’s driveways on the street. They would tell me that it was ok and I didn’t need to do it. My wife explained to them that I actually enjoyed it. Exercise (I could skip my exercise routine that day) outside, peacefulness with the crisp, clear air, the white snow covering everything. Very nice. Then, our immediate neighbor (who shared our driveway) decided she needed to pay us back and did both her side and ours before I got out to do it. She decided SHE enjoyed it also and kept trying to do it before I could get out. Thankfully that only lasted a few snow falls before she quit and I could go back to my quiet mornings.Now though… It takes me all day to do just our driveway (age, cancer and surgery for it took it out of me) so I’m only doing a strip from the road to the door for deliveries and then just drive over it in 4 wheel drive.
I’m waiting for mens underwear styles to change again. Growing up you could only find tighty whities. Then it seemed like all I could find was mens bikini briefs so I got used to those. A few years back all I could find was boxer briefs. Wonder if I will have to get used to something else before I die. Yes, boxers have always been an option that has never changed. However… loose boxers don’t support and I got tired of having to make sure everything was out of the way before I sat down and ended up sitting on myself. Or having a reaction in public and having it be noticeable. So… boxers were a very short lived experiment that my wife had me try early on in our marriage but then threw them out after a few month and introduced me to the bikini briefs instead. Really appreciated getting back to having support again.
My daughter had a service dog for epilepsy. She carried a card that certified her service dog as a true service dog. She also had to get recertified annually (able to show that she was keeping up with training, etc) to ensure that everyone was appropriate. At first, she would get upset when stores asked to see her card, until her mother and I explained that it was for her safety to prevent other people from just buying a vest from amazon, slapping it on the dog and then taking the dog to high traffic areas where they don’t belong. True service dogs go through personality assessments and significant training.
This arc was a bit different…