Ah, Saturday morning. A time of relaxation. A time to enjoy a slower pace, to not have to rush out the door an hour after waking up, a time to unwind.

But not for you. You were on a mission. Your darling boyfriend, Alec, needed new clothes. He'd had the same set of clothes for just about forever, and they were starting to wear down.

More and more you'd hear him swear at finding a rip or tear or stain that just wouldn't come out. More and more you'd find a pair of socks or boxers in the trash, and at this point, you were convinced that he was down to maybe a week's worth of clothes in the closet and dresser combined. It was time.

Only problem? Alec was to shopping as cats were to water. So on this fateful Saturday morning, you had your work cut out for you.

You woke up early and headed down to the kitchen, making yourself a quick breakfast and a cup of coffee. Twenty or so minutes later, poor, unsuspecting Alec came down to join you.

"Mornin', love," he muttered, coming up behind you, wrapping an arm around you, and kissing your head.

Target acquired.