It is time. The Cuban and I have discussed this and we feel it is time to come out of the closet with who dresses him. Drumroll, please… I do. I buy all his clothes; I lay out his workout clothes; I lay out his office clothes; I decide when he retires his clothes. When he travels, I’ve twisty-tie outfits together; attach notecards to each hanger, take photos of each pre-assembled outfit and store them in his iPhone. It’s sick, I know. But Raul hates to dress himself and doesn’t care; I like to dress him and do care. So this works for us. From the belt to the socks to how to tuck in his shirt–I take care of it. There isn’t one part of his entire attire I don’t get involved in (and I mean ENTIRE).  I’d like to say one last thing: it’s really cool when you and your mate can mesh. What one hates, the other loves, everybody wins. Just ask the Cuban! We’ve been doing this for 15 years and we both wouldn’t change a thing.