One night a few weeks ago, Rob came to bed (I was already asleep) and put his arms around me. And I apparently said something about “my tuxedo”. “Your tuxedo?” He was confused. I was, according to him, quite exasperated that he didn’t already know about my tuxedo, and admonished him sternly. “I can’t believe I have to tell you about my tuxedo! Jeeze!”

Yeah, I don’t know.