What is with men and clothes?

I thought I would pop on and leave a little blog post before heading out to Chicago tomorrow (I'm in Ohio) for a wedding. I just finished torturing my husband by making him find - and show me - what he's planning on wearing to said wedding. Good thing I did! Here's how the scenario went:

Me: Have you picked out what you're wearing to the wedding yet? You were supposed to do that yesterday. You do know the wedding is tomorrow, right?
Him: Oh yeah. I forgot. I will do that this evening.
Me: You're not going to bed until it's done.

Three hours later.....

Him: How does this look? (Holds up gray Dockers and a black short sleeved shirt that has multiple pockets and buttons).
Me: A little too casual. I think you should dress up a bit more.
Him: I'm not wearing a suit.
Me: No, you don't have to wear a suit. Go look again and give me another option.

A few minutes later...

Him: How's this? (Wearing black slacks - too tight - and a white short sleeved Oxford shirt). And I was thinking I could dress it up with the Star Trek tie or the Peppy LePew one. (This is him being funny).
Me: There is no way you can wear those pants. Can you even sit down in them?
Him: No, maybe not.
Me: Ok, I'm getting up to look at your closet with you! (Which, let's face it, is what he wanted in the first place).

Back at the closet....

Me: What's the matter with these pants?
Him: Those are ok.
Me: And this shirt and a tie.
Him: Ok, how about the solid black tie?
Me: No, you'll look like a waiter. How about this striped one?
Him: Ok that will work.
Me: Now find clothes for the other two days that we'll be in Chicago.
Him: Can't you do that - you're already back here!

Grrrr.

I hope I make it through this weekend.
Have a good one!
Mary