Ol' Mr. Hopstander

I have a very amusing husband.  He is a gentleman with an old soul and would probably fit into the late 19th century, early 20th century with ease and sophistication. I am excited to grow old with him, but I think he might be trying to make us an old married couple earlier than is necessary. For example...

G:  yeah it's a little chilly out

me:  i have a stupid draft too

G:  bring a shawl

lol

me:  hah

i love how all your recommendations sound like im your elderly wife

"give the children paper dolls!"

G:  darling we are out of coal...the children will freeze

be a doll and take the carriage to market, ask ol' mr. hopstander for an advance on our heating consignment.

I'm sure he will be agreeable to it

 

I have to say, though, that I would take him no other way. He is a gentleman who is polite and kind and smart and funny. All he needs is a top hat and a mustache....

 

 Sorry, G. The mustache ain't gonna happen. It's too itchy.