My husband wears tights.........

So, this morning I was folding laundry and I came across a lovely pair of tights. Which is funny because I have not worn tights since......well since I could squeeze my fat ass into a pair of tights which was when I was somewhere around the tender age of six. Anyway. These tights were my husband's. He wears them when he bikes to work, under his high-tech rainproof outerwear. They serves as a sort of "second skin" to keep him warm. Oh. Which reminds me. He calls them "skins". But, let's face it........they are tights. Tights for boys. Which, when you think about it, is just completely normal and fine considering all the amazing boys who wear tights. Like Superman. And Batman. And Peter Pan. And Robin Hood. Even Apollo Ohno wears tights and he's a bad-ass speedskater (as well as a real, live human, unlike all those previous fictional characters, but I digress...). The point is, superheroes wear tights and so of course Jeff wears them. For instance, he is faster than a speeding insult. Able to leap humongous laundry piles in a single bound! It's a bird, it's a plane......well, he can't fly, but that's just a tiny part of the whole superhero gig. This guy will stay awake till three in the morning to make pizzas for 40 teenagers at an all-night party. He built his own greenhouse. Just this weekend he made soap and I'm not talking the kind where you melt a neat little block of glycerine and add scent and some lavender buds. No, this was SOAP, like the olden days, made with fat and some scary looking chemicals he ordered online. He has on our dresser, right now, three kinds of animal "calls" used for hunting (although how long one could stand listening to the "dying rabbit" call while trying to entice a coyote is debatable). He competes in (and wins!) triathlons. He rides his bike to work because his transportation, a much-loved but definitely "work in progress" truck is expensive to drive. I should mention that he rides his bike rain or shine, and even when it's icy outside, even though he falls and gets hurt, he soldiers on to work (I had to put the kebash on the icy riding). He fixes toilets and picks up dog poop and isn't afraid to go camping on the beach even when it snows. He's definitely my superhero. So what if he wears tights? All superheroes do!