Last week after dinner RLO and I stopped by Williams-Sonoma. That’s what you do when your non-gay BFF fancies himself a gourmet chef.
The KitchenAid hand mixer on display had flour in the bowl. Really, messy flour? You know what happens next, right? Of course I stuck my fingers in the bowl and wiped them on RLO’s dress pants, all while giggling like a six-year-old little girl.
I smiled at him and asked, “Do you hate me now?”
“Not more than usual, Sarah, you do a pretty good job of keeping the hate consistent.”
And that, dear readers, is the recipe to a beautiful friendship: 90% hate, mixed with the occasional 10% mushy feelings.
Today is the 10% mushy, as it’s RLO’s birthday. I may tease him endlessly on this blog, and in real life, but truthfully I adore RLO and am incredibly lucky to have him as a best friend. He’s intelligent, hilarious, handsome and most importantly patient enough to deal with me on a daily basis.
Happy birthday RLO! I hope to make you miserable for another 31 years!