W has taken to reading his new book all bundled up on the reading chair. I make fun of him for looking like an old lady, and have run with it. Comments just today include:
– how’s “chicken soup for the soul” coming along? Heart warming isn’t it
– i’ll fix you some soup for dinner (at 5 of course)
– can I get you another butterscotch, ma’am
You get it. But then I was like wait, he really is like an old lady! He is:
— obsessive about the neighbors picking up their mail (“do they not see it?? Oh, I’ll just bring it up to them”)
— already worried about the traffic to the upper east side on new years eve
— always thinks he’s sick or that a pimple is worrysome
— sensitive to temperature
— suggested we eat dinner at happy hour at brookvin… Bet 5-7
If he starts calling me dearie I’m out!
UPDATE: he asked me if I wanted tea and babka as an afternoon snack!