When Babboo and I walked in the door last night we found The King sitting on the couch, waiting for us.

I can count on one hand how many times this has happened.

He had gotten done at work early and was brought home in a limo. (Don’t ask why, I don’t even know.) He wanted to spend some time with us before he headed to the new house to work for the night.

Which meant I could cook dinner all by myself.

Usually when I’m home alone with Babboo trying to make dinner I have to give him something to keep him occupied while I’m busy in the kitchen.

Here sweetie, update mommy’s blog while I cook dinner.

But not last night. The King kept him busy with book reading, toy playing and drum banging. The entire time I was in the kitchen I didn’t have to worry about a toddler hanging on my legs begging to be picked up. This allowed me some alone time in the kitchen to bake and take pictures. You know, so I could blog about it over at my other blog.

Amazing.

We were even able to eat dinner together at home as a family. So what if we were we standing in the kitchen eating and not sitting at our table. We were all together.

After dinner was over I made The King feel guilty enough that he did the dishes for me.

Babboo was his cheering section. Hooray for daddy and his amazing skillz.

And since I didn’t know what to do with all this free time, Babboo and I decided to take some photos together. For prosperity’s sake.

There are times when I just can’t stop thinking about something, but I just can’t bring myself to say it out loud. Once I say it out loud, it becomes real and then I have to deal with it.

I don’t like to deal with things.

Monday The King and I put Babboo in his stroller and went out walking in downtown. Ten minutes before this we had been inside our apartment watching the latest episode of Entourage. That was until they started showing actual porn in the background of some of the scenes.

Now I know that Entourage isn’t usually rated G. Heck, it’s not even rated PG-13. But seeing actual porn was a little too much for me while I was sitting on the floor playing wiht my one year old. So I packed up the kid and told The King we were heading out for a walk. He turned off the TV and came with us.

During our walk I told him that there was something I’d been thinking about, but was afraid to say it out loud.

What’s going on?

I just keep thinking that we should limit our television watching. Now might be a good time since the TV season is over.

You are probably right.

Especially since some of our favorite shows aren’t coming back next year. Maybe we should try to not start any new shows and stick with a few of the classics.

We could try to read more. Or go outside more. The weather should be getting nicer soon. Too bad that new Traveler show is so good. I want to watch it.

We’ll have to talk about what shows to get rid of.

Since I had been brave enough to say one thing out loud, I decided to go for broke and tell him about something else I had been thinking about over the last few months. I just hadn’t been able to say out loud.

While I was brave enough to say it out loud to my husband, I’m not ready to type it out for the interweb.

Not just yet.

The King was very supportive. He asked questions. He showed concerned. He asked what he could do to help me. He even put his arm around me while we walked home and told me how much he loves me and our family.

Once we were back home and Babboo was asleep, The King turned to me and said; by day 46 you should have forgotten all about what’s been on your mind.

Day 46 of what?

Day 46 of our 100 days of condom use.

Yeah, maybe I will.

A few years ago, because of certain events, The King made a rule that neither of us were allowed to break. No matter what. The sky could be falling, the season finale for Lost could be playing, but we couldn’t not break this rule.

The King was in Los Angeles for work this weekend. While he was there he broke the rule.

So what’s the rule and how did he break it?

The rule is that if one of us calls the other one, you have to pick up. Seriously, no matter what. I had two very important things to tell him about and repeated phone calls resulted in me leaving mean voice mails on his cell phone.

Two very important things that happened to me over about a 15 minute period on Saturday afternoon.

The first thing happened while I was waiting for a dressing room at my local Old Navy. Since I had Babboo in his stroller, I had to wait my turn to use the handicap dressing room. History has proven that this can take a while. So I decided to sit down and wait it out. Yeah, except that when I sat down, there wasn’t a chair. Just a freakin’ hard cement floor. I tried super hard to catch myself before my butt hit soundly on the surface. But since I was wearing a skirt, that was impossible to do.

I hit the floor. Hard. My butt hurt, but my pride hurt even more. The nice 16 year old employees rushed over to aid me. I lied and told them I was fine. And then ran out of the store.

I headed next to the Gap. Before I walked inside I noticed a chap waiting to cross the street. He had two very fancy looking ladies with him. He was clearly over dressed for the hot Seattle weather. He looked as though he was unaffected by the heat. I realized very soon that hey wait, I know that guy!

I’m not sure if it was the blazer or the ascot that gave him away. Or maybe it was his beautifully billowed blond hair. Either way, he looked just like you would expect him to look.

Fabulous.

(In case you don’t know, that’s Austin Scarlett from Project Runway. But you knew that, right?! RIGHT!)

I stood there looking at him and trying to decide, in the few moments I had, if I should bust out my camera and risk looking like a total idiot to get a picture for the interweb. I decided to leave the camera in my bag and just stare at him for a second until he crossed the street and disappeared out of my life forever.

Plus the picture from his website is way cooler then any picture I could have gotten.

I was upset that The King didn’t pick up when I called. I wanted to tell someone. Anyone. I almost told the girl at the checkout in Gap that I had just seen Austin. I decided to refrain and just for The King to call me back.

Lucky for him he made it all up to me, and then some, that night. Okay, let me tell you.
I know it’s been a while since I’ve talked about it, but you all know about my deep and abiding love for one Rhett Miller (lead singer for the Old 97’s.). I don’t hide it.

Last week I received a message in my MySpace inbox from Rhett. He was going to be playing in Malibu, CA while The King was there on business. So while The King was hesitant to go alone, I pressured him. He made the 30 minute drive from LA to Malibu, bought his lone ticket and called me to tell me what the venue looked like.

It’s just a family restaurant. There can’t be more then 30 people here. I’ll call you later.

(later)

I can totally see Rhett backstage hanging out with friends. I think I could walk back there and nobody would notice. I’ll call you later.

(later)

Rhett’s on the stage doing a little sound check. I think the rest of the Old 97’s are going to be here. I’ll call you later.

(later)

All I heard on the next phone call was the sweet, sweet sound of Rhett singing and playing his guitar live. The King just sat there and held the phone so I could be there with him. I listened to about 3 songs this way and could even hear Rhett talking in between the songs.

Eventually I had to hang up and go back to sleep. The King called back later and it went to voice mail. I am now the proud owner of Rhett singing one of my all time faves, “Barrier Reef” on my voice mail.

When The King got home yesterday he told me that a guy even proposed to his lady-friend on stage after Rhett sang “Question”. Rhett even played his guitar in the background while the guy proposed. The King said it was so romantic he thought he was going to cry.

I can’t believe I missed it.

Good thing I have The King around to call me and let me be a part of it.

Thanks baby.

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edited to add:

I love Youtube. It’s only been a few days since The King saw Rhett in Malibu but video is already up. Check it out.

It all started over seven years ago when The King and I were first introduced. Being as we lived in different states the majority of our initial courting took place over the internet and on the phone. He had one of those new fangled cell phones and was able to call me on his way home from work in the evening and I was able to always get a hold of him during the day.

When we got married we shared that same red cell phone and took turns taking it with us to work. It took us a while before we both got our own cell phone where we could call each other for free. And so we did.

And since we both sit at a computer all day, we tend to e-mail back and forth like crazy. Not cute things like; I think you are hot more like; can you pick me up some deodorant on your way home? Now a days the e-mails are more like this; I think we should get light blue tile for Babboo’s bathroom and not white tile like I initially thought because the blue tile will go better with the blah, blah, fade out.

I might have mentioned that The King and I don’t see too much of each other these days. He’s busy building us a brand new house and I’m busy at home with Babboo. When he gets home at night he usually has a few minutes with Babboo before he goes to bed. And then we both flop onto the couch for a bit until we fall asleep.

Needless to say we don’t have a lot of quality time together.

Since this is the modern era of techy gadgets, we are able to talk and discuss things that need discussing and talking about. While at work The King will call me when he has a chance to tell me about something crazy. Maybe the lady who sits next to him is drinking at work again. Or that he looked into an apartment and saw something he didn’t really want to see. Or maybe he just had a funny thought about my aunt.

The King also calls me every morning after he drops Babboo off at school to tell me how their morning went and what is being served at the school for breakfast. I call The King every afternoon after I pick Babboo up to tell him how mine and Babboo’s days were. We usually discuss what Babboo is wearing since he’s usually a mess when I get him. We discuss our plans for the evening. The King tells me what projects he’s working on over at the new house. I tell him what Babboo and I are planning on seeing on our walk home and what I’m thinking about making for dinner.

Then The King calls me in the evening on his way home from working over at the house as a reminder to keep Babboo awake just a little longer so he can see him. I always do.

All of this makes me wonder what people like the Old West Pioneers did before e-mail and cell phones. I wonder how they communicated in their marriages. Maybe they only wrote letters. Or did the just talk when they could? But with 12 kids, a covered wagon and a farm to manage how did they find the time?

So tell me, are The King and I the only people out there who do their best communication not face to face?