the kind of old man you want to put in your pocket and take home

Jeremy and I were walking down Yonge St and I saw the cutest little old man. He was just strolling along window shopping. He had on a Hawaiian shirt, purple velour blazer and captain’s hat jauntily angled. ADORABLE! I turned to Jeremy and said ‘ that’s the kind of old man I hope you turn out to be’. Or maybe I said ‘that's the kind of old man you'd better turn out to be’. Either one. What fun. He’ll need to be to match me with my ENORMOUS yellow sun hat that I won’t go anywhere without once I’m an old lady. And I’ll cuss like a sailor then cackle outrageously.

In fact I do that now. Huh.