Yes, but He's My Nut

The Man starts almost every day at his favorite greasy spoon. He takes one half cup of coffee, so it stays hot, which means the waitress has to come back more often to refill his half cup. He is a very high maintenance man. This picture of him, in the greasy spoon, cracks me up because it is quintessential Man. With the dirty hair and the shirts that have probably been worn for more than a few days. Just recently, the Man decided that if he stuffed paper napkins in his armpits, he could wear shirts even longer. He thinks this is a brilliant idea. The Man has lots of clothes, but really only wears a few things. Unless he has "a chill", then many layers go on. We have a challenge getting him to use drawers or closets. He had another brilliant idea, which he calls his "bag system, " where all like clothes go into a brown trash bag. So on my back porch, there's a 30 pound bag of underwear, and bags of etc. Then, there's the piles of newspaper in the bedroom next to his side of the bed. The pile can sometimes reach the height of the bed, until I have a complete meltdown, and then he takes it out. In boxes. Never mind that he will never read them again. Sometimes I do a little pile reduction, thinking that he wouldn't notice, really. It works most of the time, until he looks for something important that he has co-mingled in the paper pile. He still blames me for the loss, over four years ago now, of a car title that was layered in the paper pile. As I'm writing this, he's yelling for me to bring him more pizza. High maintenance.