RLO and I watch Project Runway with AK and Mrs. AK every season. RLO likes to show off his knowledge of the designers and make us feel stupid for not remembering every single detail. I like to drink wine and make fun of RLO for being so involved.
This Wednesday the new season begins. I cannot wait. This season is going to be the best yet. Why you ask? Because our friend Keith made the cut! I don’t know who is more excited me or RLO.
Let’s get Filthy!
Today at lunch AK pulled out his Blackberry and asked me to smile for a picture. I thought it was odd, but assumed he wanted a shot of my Barbie Band-Aid on my chest so he could make fun of me later. It wasn’t until he emailed me the photo I understood why he was taking it. AK knows a good photo opportunity when he sees one.
Last night was BFF night at the AK household. After dinner Rlo and I put Little AK to bed. When the story was finished Rlo went back downstairs. I continued to lie next her for a few more minutes.
While rubbing my back Little AK asked, “Sarah, will you come back and play tomorrow?” “I don’t know sweetie. Keep rubbing my back while I decide.” She continued to rub and asked, “Can Rlo come too? It’s Fathers Day tomorrow… is Rlo a father?” “No, Rlo is our BFF, but he’s not a daddy,” I replied. I could see the confusion in her little eyes when she said, “But Sarah, you always say that Rlo has a Baby Jesus.”
I stifled a giggle and tried to answer her as best I could, “Rlo does have a Baby Jesus, but he’s not a real person.” She looked even more confused than before, and knowing that I’ve done enough damage with the Jesus factor lately, so I wasn’t about to try and clarify. “Honey, I’m going to give you a big hug and kiss, and then go get Rlo so he explain.”
And that’s exactly what I did. Rlo cleans up all my other life messes; why not let him take on this one?
To read my column about attending Utah’s Pride weekend go here. To see the pictures go here. A big thanks to AK who came WILLINGLY and photographed the event. He’s a good friend to have, unless he’s talking incessantly about biking then I’d trade him to someone for a slice of chocolate cake.
I saw this yesterday and it made my day! Thanks to Nina Garin at The San Diego Union-Tribune! Being called the Carrie Bradshaw with a foul mouth is possibly the best thing ever. And sooooo true.
