Undergarment Overreaction, Part 3

(I’m on my period and feeling horrible. My fiancé and I are getting ready to leave for his tux fitting.)

Me: “Please get dressed, honey. We need to leave soon.”

(I walk out of the bathroom and see my fiancé standing there with his socks on his hands and his underwear on his head. I start laughing uncontrollably.)

Fiancé: “What’s wrong, Honey?”

(I’m in the fetal position on the floor. I point at him and continue laughing.)

Me: “Your socks go on your feet and your underwear should go over your butt.”

Fiancé: “Now you tell me. It would have been so much easier if you’d told me this earlier.”

Me: *still laughing* “Oh. Okay.”

Fiancé: “I accomplished my goal. I made you laugh.”

Me: “Thanks honey. I needed that. I love you.”