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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!

“Oh, don’t worry, you talked.”
— W, in response to me complaining that I don’t think I got to talk to anyone during last night’s Festivus party

Party highlights to follow.

There really isn’t anything I can say to accompany the photos to this post besides, “W’s mom has never touched his childhood bedroom.” I took these shots while staying overnight during Thanksgiving. Oh yeah, that’s right, the two of us shared the twin bed. With a 50 pound dog.

Hey, the guy knew what he liked from a young age. I would ask him what country he represented in the mock senate, but I don’t want to give away this blog post.

Hey Mom, Dad… do not disturb

Can you believe I was asked to edit this image to block out the recipient’s name? haha. Whoever she is, with a mix like this I hope she put out once in Buffalo

Valedictorian plaque right next to the bed. If that doesn’t seal the deal, the Bobby Nystrom Islander card will.

And yes, I do realize that one day this room will be recreated in our rec room somewhere.

There’s been some problems in the workplace.  I’ve undertaken a big labor intensive project in conjunction with my mom’s upcoming 65th birthday that has kept me up till 2 am and will probably do so for the next 3 days. Plus I’m being forced to take Spanish classes. And hounded to write a blog post.

I argue, “This is why it’s a joint blog, write something yourself.”

W argues, “But you’re funnier.”

Which is true, but I’m exhausted, and I have a focus group to attend in an hour.   Oh, and he wants to discuss the blog format. I argue, why don’t you start writing things before worrying about format. Man, that guy has management written all over him.

Where is HR, I want to submit a formal complaint.

— iPod
— laptop
— PA Dutch guide book, which parents just happened to have lying around of course
— list of Cleveland restaurants featured on “diners, drive thrus and dives”
— list of medical ailments to get checked out (friend we’re visiting is a dr, albeit a radiologist)

Of course we forgot the aerobed and pillows. And my makeup. Eh, it’s Cleveland.

Right about now realizing we wasted a dog sitting credit. And that we could have left tomorrow. Aren’t there 3 day deals to Jamaica? Doh!

This pic just sums up a road trip to Cleveland doesn’t it