Babboo and I met my older brother Biff for sushi last night. It was a good evening stuffed full of raw fish, seaweed, chopsticks and sticky rice. There was also some good conversation. Although I do admit that most sentences started with me saying “you’ll never believe who I found on facebook” and ended with Biff saying “I don’t remember that person.”

I spent a bit during dinner updating my brother on our recent trip back to Utah to visit the family. Biff hasn’t been back to Utah in probably seven years. In that time a lot has happened.

And by a lot I mean there are like sixteen new Wal-Marts.

And an IKEA.

After dinner we decided to walk off our sushi by walking over to the grocery store. I needed some milk and Biff wasn’t done playing with Babboo. (It must be noted that Babboo has a hard time pronouncing “uncle”. My brother is now referred to as “Awful Biff”. I haven’t tried to correct it. It’s just too funny.) Babboo got a little sucker from the restaurant. He took turns between licking the sucker and dripping the juice all over Awful Biff, who was nice enough to carry Babboo for most of our walk.

We got to the grocery store and I quickly grabbed some milk while Biff got a paper towel and proceeded to clean off all the sticky sucker juice. By the time we got in line to pay for my goods, I was too focused on Babboo and Biff to notice who was in front of us in line.

I was a little shocked to hear someone say “hi” to me in the grocery store. We’re still new to our little neighborhood and I never expect to see anyone I know there. But alas, we were standing in line behind a super cool family from our congregation at church. We started chit-chatting, there in the line at the grocery store, while my milk was rung up and I paid. Somehow the conversation turned to how Babboo had managed to cover my brother in sucker excrement. This was the point when the husband said, with relief in his voice “Oh, this is your brother?!” And then his wife said, “I thought maybe you had a new husband!”

“Oh right, this is my brother Biff.”

This isn’t the first time Biff’s been confused as my boyfriend or husband. My problem is that I’ve always just assumed that people know he’s my older brother. We look like brother and sister. I think we act like brother and sister. It just seems obvious.

Problem is I guess it’s only obvious to me.

We continued laughed about this and the conversation went back to the previous discussion. As we said our good-byes and headed on our way the wife brought up again how confused she had been when she saw Babboo and I with another man.

“Don’t worry. He’s really just my brother. Or maybe I’m just telling you he is.”

Yeah, maybe that last part wasn’t such a good idea. I wonder if this will get back to The King.

One of the bazillion e-mails I missed while out sick was one from The King on Tuesday, before he knew I had left work:

I heard Heath Ledger died today. I didn’t know who that was when the receptionist here at work told me, but I played it cool and said that I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to make it past the primary race anyway. Then I looked him up on the internet and found out that he was in “10 Things I Hate About You” which I remember. And that there were drugs involved. I guess he wasn’t a candidate in the presidential race after all. Good thing, because I think being on drugs is a bad way to start out a presidency, or VP for that matter.

It’s a good thing he’s so darn handy with a hammer and nails, or I might have to kick him to the curb for saying stuff like that.

(Check out the tub over at the new house. Dude, we are this.much.closer to actually moving in.)

I can’t not post about this.

I just read about Britney’s divorce. I admit to being surprised. So either I’m stupid for being surprised or she’s stupid for thinking it would actuallly work with K-Fed.

Either way, it’s sad for the kids.

I haven’t been very good about keeping up on my gossip habit since Babboo was born. I’m trying to be better, since I truly do love me some gossip. I’m still trying to figure out where Baby Suri is. Or if Baby Suri exists. (What do you think?)

Did you see this article on the Gucci baby frontpack that Gwen Stefani has for her new little guy? There is even a poll about it over at US Weekly. I figure there’s nothing wrong with Gwen spending that kind of money on a sling for her baby. Gwen’s known for being super trendy. Why not use her style now that she’s a New Mom? I personally don’t like the look of the front pack, but that’s just me. And really, how safe does it look with the baby all scrunched up at the bottom??

But back to more serious topics, does Baby Suri exist? Or was Katie Holmes’ pregnancy a fake? And if this baby does, where are the freaking pictures?

(I’m still hoping that Katie pulled her head out and left Tom’s wacky self-promoting self.)

I know it’s raining back East. You guys are having crazy weather. People aren’t able to get into work. People are dying. It’s scary. And super odd.

But here in Seattle, it’s a heat wave. I admit to using that term lightly. Mostly a “heat wave” in Seattle means you don’t have to wear your jacket in June. I totally walked to work on Monday sans jacket. This may have been the first time ever. I kid you not.

But this week it’s hot. Freakin’ hot. As in, please don’t make me wear actual clothes. Of course our AC unit is in the bedroom, which is not where I work, when I’m working from home (like today). Babboo and I are suffering in the front room. The heat from the laptop is making it all ever hotter. It is making me miss the sweet, sweet AC at the office.

I’m pretty sure that any East Coasters/Southerners are rolling their eyes and saying, you don’t know what real heat is.

And you are probably right. Although we did spend our honeymoon in Vegas. In August. Can you say, 116 degree weather? I loved it. (We’ll talk about my Vegas obsession another day.)

For now, Babboo is adjusting to the heat as best he can. I have been forced to dress him a little “country”, as Britney would say. Yes, I have my own little Sean Preston. But’s Babboo much more adorable, right?

I’m thinking that we may have to spend our lunch break down at the pool again. Babboo seemed to like it to much on Monday.

And I might have to have ice cream for lunch.

All you guys on the East Coast, how are you dealing with this rain? Do you feel bad for us Seattleites (is that the correct word?) and the non stop rain we get in the winter months? It gets old fast, doesn’t it?

Just because I’m trying to get last night’s phone conversation with my Mom out of my mind, let’s move on.

Did everyone see this article? Can you believe that Eminem and Kim are getting divorced? Again. After only three months of wedded bliss?

I’m sure you’re as shocked as I am. I mean, I never saw this coming.

Okay, maybe I did.