My husband is getting nervous about his underwear. I count 11 pairs in his underwear drawer, and even though all might not be entirely wearable (as he explained, "not all underwear is created equal"), I question whether this constitutes a true Underwear Emergency. But then again, Brinkmanship is my family's middle name.
This type of difference of opinion and personal style gets played out in many various ways during the course of a long marriage. But ours has lasted 44+ years, so maybe that speaks for itself.
In any case, tomorrow will be Laundry Day, so everyone will soon be able to heave a sigh of relief.