Love, Hank, is the ability to share things we wouldn’t normally share. That bra represents the one boundary standing between you and your wife. Sit down with her, explain why that territorial line (the bra) needs to be crossed. She’ll probably frown and say, “What the hell are you going to—” at which point you rip it right off her and head for the yard. It’s hard medicine, but you need to show a firm hand. Your wife will come around and eventually buy bras that close in the front. You’ll like those, Hank. They’re easy.