A great example of this occurred a couple days ago.
Sarah came home with socks for me. Now, if I was a sled dog, little booties would be important, so I didn't hurt my feet. But you know what I do with my life? Stare at Sarah and hope that she leaves for a few minutes so I can get some peace/sleep on the good couch (of course, I hope she goes somewhere with no clothing that might fit me when she leaves the house). Plus, the house is mostly carpeted, so it's like I already have socks on wherever I go. The last thing I need is socks.
Unfortunately, this being Sarah, she didn't stop at the socks.
A hat? Really? What about it being nice, pleasant fall weather suggested I needed...oh, wait, we just went through this with the socks.
I have no idea what has possessed Sarah to be on a hat kick lately, but seriously, it needs to stop. Soon.