We’re out shopping for the perfect Simple Black Dress. One thing you learn about marriage: If you drag your wife out one weekend to freeze her butt off at a race for a day and a half in the forest, the next weekend you go dress shopping with a smile.
She tries two on, and declares one of them to be perfect.
Why, I ask.
Because I can wear my sports bra with it, she says.
Of course, I reply.
Did I ever mention I’m sort of smitten with Mo?