A Quarter Century of Shirts

Twenty five years ago, when Russ and I were first engaged I discovered something about him, he just didn’t care about clothes. If he could have worn shorts and a tee shirt all the time he would have. That was frowned upon at work, but he spent as little as possible on work clothes.  
In his perfectly pared down engineering way he had worked out that he only needed three button down shirts. One he would be wearing. One he would be washing and one would be hanging up to dry. This also meant that he had to go home everyday and wash a shirt.  
This scenario also meant he had to iron his own shirts. Once again he engineered this process to be the least amount of work. Russ figured that with a jacket on the only parts of a shirt anyone saw were the collar, cuffs and the front placket, therefore that was the only part that need to be ironed. One rare day I was at the office with him, he got hot and took off his jacket, much to my horror to discover the wrinkled mess on the body and arms of the shirt.
I decided that this 3 shirt program had to change. One, because it cramped our time together since he always had to have time to wash a shirt and two, because I thought he was much cuter in a fully pressed shirt.
So twenty five years ago tomorrow I gave Russ ten shirts and introduced him to the Chinese laundry down the street from his house. I know this was the date because tomorrow is Russ’ birthday and it was our first together.
Russ had no trouble adapting to this new found embarrassment of shirt riches. Going to the laundry is one of his favorite chores. He has even trained Shay to love to go with him when he drops or picks up his shirts because they give her a dog bone there. Shay does not like to eat the dog bone, but she still wants to go to the laundry.
I know that I am the luckiest wife on earth because I married Russ Lange, but I am also very appreciative that he took so quickly to a larger shirt wardrobe and never expected me to take care of them. Sadly now he has so many shirts I can’t give him those for his birthday.