I woke up this morning at O'Freaking-thirty, went through the usual morning ablutions, and then went to get in my car and drive to work, when I discovered something odd.
No, I was wearing pants. What was odd was that my car, which when I went to bed had had about half a tank of gas, was full. Which means Mike not only took it out to fill it, but got dressed to do so.
Sometimes he's thspethel, and sometimes he's Special.