Brandi and I agree that J-Lo’s latest conquest is an epic win. Two thumbs up for Casper. Look at her, acting all demure in the background while her Puerto Rican backup dancer commands the photo. She knows he’s delectable and he’s frolicking with her child! What’s not to love about this boy toy?
I have a boo. We call each other boo. It’s super serious. But I cannot reveal his identity or post a photo because that’s about two steps away from Holy Matrimony and at this point we just be cooling it. He lives in Memphis and I’m a few miles from the Pacific so the distance is great….but whenever I return to my homeland we plan to do the boyfriend and girlfriend thing. In the meantime, all hail modern technology for allowing us to stay in touch virtually 24/7.
Boo makes me a happy camper. For those of you who have been living under a rock since November, my life hasn’t exactly been spectacular. It’s such a blessing to have somebody on my team who makes me smile. Of course I wish he could be here with me all the time, but a long distance endeavor is perfect. I have all the advantages of a significant other without the sort of time commitment that tends to suck the life out of otherwise lively folks.
I’ll be serious for a minute: Boo, you are awesome. Thanks to you my ribs and lung will never heal because you cannot make me stop laughing. Funny is good. Humor is the only thing keeping me sane now. Those of you who question my taste in men [which is 99.5% of people reading this blog] will be absolutely delighted to know that Boo has a legit job– he does engineering type business– and a working vehicle and suitable living quarters to rest his pretty little head. My Boo is very laid back, doesn’t know anyone I know [with the exception of an old friend of Adam Sontag's], and fast forward 25 years and I would have no problem with Tatum bringing somebody just like Boo home. He accepts me for the Sloane I am and understands fully that I am a Mommy first and have a lot on my plate. In a world filled with less than savory types, he is my Caucasian Papi, and we dazzle each other with witty intellectual banter.
Brandi seemed a wee bit perturbed when I tried to explain to that it was a very special donkey named Bernard that brought me to Boo….but that’s okay. Some things are better left not understood.
Because I know everyone is just so concerned as to whether or not this is Facebook Official– rest assured that I notified the person to whom I’m married. No, not Will, duh! Mandy and I:
She’s sort of seeing somebody. I’m sort of seeing somebody. We may have to ‘divorce’ on Facebook soon. She’s been an excellent wife and I’m forever indebted to her for being the perfect spouse for these past two months. I love you, Mandy. Now go write your articles for JiLTED.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,