Much as I love her, sometimes the Little Lady makes it difficult for me to "just be Bob."
Sunday, I put on my nicest suit, the one she picked for me, the beautiful shirt, she picked for me, and a pair of red socks, I picked for me. She said, "Change those socks. Why must you go out of your way to look like a dork?"
(I wore the socks, and I'm not apologizing.)