His name is Chris
It's so not what you think. I mean if he was straight, maybe it would be. You know how you read those teary stories, where twins who are separated at birth reunite as adults - maybe they are lawyers battling opposite sides in a court case, maybe one of them shows up as a kidney donor to the other one, maybe they just run into each other at the Gap at the mall. Well, I may have found mine, and I want this discovery to be greeted with a hush of awe and respect.
No, I really don't. I mean, we totally feel the whole separeated at birth thing, but really it's just like two best friends who didn't happen to meet for a few decades. He make it all fun and easy and I think he's just great, and he thinks I'm just great, so really yay for both of us.
Anyway, he and his delicious boyfriend Joe are coming to cinner Friday, and I said to my kids, who haven't yet met them: "Chris and Joe are coming for dinner Friday." Charlie, age 6, says, "Is Chris gay?' And I say, "Yes, he is." And then he says, "Who's Joe?' And I say, "He's Chris' boyfriend and partner." And then he says, "Oh. Is Joe gay?" And I'm torn between, "Yes, honey he is,"and "Duh." Luckily my mommy instincts kicked in and I went with, "Yes, honey he is." Only to be echoed by my 9 year old Jack saying, "Yeah, Charlie, that is usually how it works."
So, Chris is my favorite thing about my job. And so is picking recipes from cookbooks, writing, and Abby. But I have to save something for a rainy day.