It's an Epidemic

Okay, so Susan has been having dreams about us lately. And last night, she worked her way into my head. In my dream, she took me to a fabulous mall, showed me all of these wonderful things to buy, but whenever I decided to get something, she stole my purse. I got really frustrated, of course, because stealing one's purse after tempting them with shoes is not cool. So I storm off to look for my husband. After running through the mall forever, I finally find him and my son. Together, they are carrying a million bags full of things that I'd want---- shoes, purses, skirts, lingerie, etc. But they weren't for me. Everything was for my husband. And for some reason, even though I was ticked off, somehow it all made perfect sense to me. Of course my husband wears
frilly panties and heels. Don't all guys?