I'll share lots of things, but not that Yesterday as David was preparing to drag me to the gym (which I can now thank him for -- thanks, sweetie!), he put on a red sleeveless shirt. I just watched with raised brows while he pulled at it and wondered why it didn't fit quite right. He pulled at the bottom. He pulled at its slight v-neck. Then as he pulled at the back to try to look at the tag, I could resist the laughter no longer. "Why are you wearing my shirt?"