I told you to shoot me.

We've become one of those couples.

I've been very sick. I was planning on going to a brand new doctor today, but instead I slept late. My husband got up with the kids and took them to school for me.

But he woke me up at about 9:30 a.m. and told me to meet him at the car repair shop. He had just made an appointment for my van.

I stumbled out of bed. Threw on the clothes that were on the floor from yesterday, and jumped into his truck to go meet him.

When I hopped down from the cab to switch places with him, I noticed something.

We were wearing the same outfit. Jeans, and grey hooded sweatshirts. We've become one of those couples.

I bet he wasn't going commando, though.