I haven't kept an exact count over 25 years of marriage, but I'm pretty sure if you added up all the time I've spent at the mall, hour upon hour of standing around idly in the dress or shoe department while my wife browsed through the sale racks, holding up items and asking me what I thought, you wouldn't even bother to give me a rough total. You'd just shoot me a sad, pitying look and shake your head.

I know I'm not the only one. Sometimes I notice other hangdog husbands in the dress ...

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