Catherine, you are a woman after my own heart.
One of my favorite memories: the great Gene Hackman sitting on a chair in Bloomingdales, holding his wife’s coat, while she swanned around trying on weird outfits. Boy, was he miserable.
LOL! That’s priceless.
I’ll be honest. I don’t subject my husband to that kind of torture. I figure it’s only fair, since he does me the great courtesy of not expecting me to be present when he looks at electronics or car parts.