You know you are a decent husband when...

You know you are a decent husband when you vacuum without being asked, cook an occasional meal.  Do the car, rake the leaves, cut the grass , take out the garbage, go to work, don't drink , smoke , curse in front of the kids when they are young, shave at least 5 out of 7 days a week. Shower at least 6 out of 7. Do laundry do not leave your clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor. Don't bad mouth your in laws more than is necessary.  Ok so you are decent.

But if you want to vault into the  sublime husband category you have to :

Agree to handle an exchange transaction for your wife.  See , she was going to go for a haircut after work and she had made a purchase at the "Outlet Store", which is really a great place as they have all this neat clothing for men and women.  So being that I don't mind the place and usually can pick up some outdoorsy garb for hiking or biking I said sure I can handle it .

Wife says as she is going out the door before work yesterday, bag is on the kitchen table , receipt is in the bag. Don't forget, instructions on what to exchange for are on a note in bag.  So I pick up the bag  go off to work and on way home last night remember to stop. 

I walk into "The Outlet" , tell the front end lady I have to make exchanges.  She gives me the ok and I walk in.  I open the bag and find that I am exchanging , dare I say, women's things.  I see her smile that smirky smile of women everywhere when they see a man entering into "WOMEN'S" territory.    Not this guy---lady.  I have done the diapers, the laundry, the soccer games I have been in touch with my Feminazi Side, i was there when the children were born, I was the guy who took off for chicken pox..

So I stride into the midst of stockings and tights and bras and panties and things that no man knows the name of.  I charge in, and I pluck and I compare and I pull from the racks , exchanging furiously all manner of dainties as the ladies of The Outlet watch .  They watch and wait for me to flounder, to flee in embarrassment.  Clearly they see my confused state, I have no idea what I am doing or looking for. As a bead of sweat begins to roll down my spine, I get my footing and start to get the lay of the land..  One of them boldly swings by to ask if I am in need of help, "Are you finding everything you need?" she loudly asked.  Titters of laughter from the gawking floor walkers.  I silence them with a confident lie  "Of Course" I say.

The flush of crimson was moving up my neck, but just then the exact right exchange bra appeared magically in front of my eye. With style and grace I plucked it from the rack and flung it over my shoulder like an epaulet and strode with purpose to the cashier, leaving the slack jawed shop girls in my wake.

Stopping only to grab a manly hat for myself on the way out the door.

Later my wife asked about my exchange.  Piece of cake , I reply.  She then pronounces me "sublime"

That gentlemen is how it is done.