Four things I've learned about this one in four months of marriage:
1. He's never-ever been skiing. Must fix.
2. My mom used to tell me a "fistful feeds four" when measuring pasta. New rule: A fistful feeds Patrick.
3. He's convinced that ice cream makes his stomach feel better when he's sick. Not Jell-O, not tea, not soup, not Ginger Ale, not Tums. Ice cream. His current medicinal preference is Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream.
4. I don't know how/when/why, but something CRAZY has happened...ladies and gentlemen, he's turned into a neat freak.
"Why are you on the windowsill?!"
(whips out duster) "I saw some fuzz."