Cross-dresser

My husband comes downstairs, sits on the couch, and begins to put his shoes and socks on.  He turns and looks at me and says, "You know honey, if you want me to be a cross-dresser, you can just tell me.  You don't have to drop little hints off for me to get the idea.  It's okay, if that's what you want, I can conform when we are at home."  I'm sure you could imagine the confused and bewildered look on my face.  Did he just say what I think he said?  The man who likes to shoot guns, race RC cars, get dirty, wakeboard, etc... just mention the idea of dressing like a woman to me?  Now, for those of you whom have met my husband, would know that he is a jokester, and you usually can't take him seriously.  So, I'm trying to figure out in my head the point he is trying to make.  In the meantime, I'm just sitting there staring at him like a deer in the headlights.......

Finally, he says, if you want me to dress like a woman you don't need to leave your necklaces in my sock drawer.  Still, not processing what is being said, he clarifies.  Pierce left one of your necklaces in my sock drawer, one in my underwear drawer, and two in my other sock drawer.  Then, it dawned on me.  The morning before while I was getting ready, Pierce had taken some of my necklaces out of the drawer in the bathroom.  Later, I was looking for them, but couldn't find them, so I gave up on the search.  Now, I knew where they were--in my husband's dresser drawers.  The following morning, I'm putting his laundry away and I open the drawers and what do I see?  That's right, my necklaces.  The silly man never even removed the necklaces from the drawers.  Maybe, he really does want to be a cross-dresser...........;)

Ciao!