Mrs. RLO
I’m going to post about my trip soon, I promise. But right now I’m very busy catching up on emails, snuggling my dog, and trying to forget the horror that was flying Southwest. There was baby barf involved. Baby barf, people, ON MY LEG!
Until I get some time to post pictures and stories of my adventures, I will leave you with yet another to hate RLO: as soon as I arrived home he emailed me a picture of a letter he received in the mail addressed to “RLO & Michelle.” When the cat is away, the mouse will play.
AND FAKE A MARRIAGE!
It’s cute that he thinks a marriage would stop me from taking over his life again now that I’m home. Silly, silly boy.
You shouldn’t put up with this type of treatment. It simply isn’t nice of RLO.
I need more explanation - we haven’t seen or heard from RLO in weeks. is he ok?
Need more input!
Maybe this is a ploy to score some really neat holiday gifts!
RLO aside, anything involving baby barf can’t be promising. By the way, I stumbled upon you through this site. Is this guy secretly RLO? I’m very curious
I do not follow, but baby puke on the leg? NICE!!!
Fill us in please on the RLO stuff.
Baby Barf!! I can’t deal with it.
Wow! Your pic is on the bangable babes blog that Tina left a link to. Kinda creepy!
Baby barf? Um, free flights for life, I hope!
I didn’t totally follow that post, my brain went blank after “baby barf”, but I thought you said that you and RLO eloped to Vegas, got married, and celebrated by hiring Puerto Rican hookers and riding rides on the Stratosphere. No?
The whole RLO thing keeps me on the edge of my seat just like the fictitious romance between fictitious characters Malcolm “Mal” Reynolds and Inara Serra from the television series Firefly kept my fingers crossed.
amirite guys?