AMP said (perhaps slightly jealously), "He's young enough to be your son."
I smartly retorted, "Only if I got pregnant at age 15."
Heh. Good one. Also true. About the age, I mean. I was never pregnant at age 15.
Then AMP wanted to know if I was sure Megan Mae is real. That cracked me up. I was all, "Yep, pretty sure, she posts a photo of herself and blogs about her life almost every day. We email each other almost every day." I showed him one of her awesome outfit posts. (Since he didn't remember what I was wearing when he took my pics that morning, that probably didn't help.)
I reminded him this was not like that Match.com date I went on (before I met him on Match.com) where the guy showed up and was 20 years older than his picture. 20 years is A LOT.
Then I tried to explain blogger culture to him, the friendships that are formed, how you get to know people through their frequent posts and exchange of blog comments, via email, social media, and sometimes even finally and gloriously meeting up. He admitted making friends with people you've never met in person is a foreign concept. I admitted creating virtual baseball teams and playing in virtual baseball tournaments is still a foreign concept to me, but I like that he likes it.
So when I received a package from Megan at work today, I was extremely excited, because I seriously admire her style and creativity, especially her eye for color. I'd ordered a package of her buttonflowers, and an obi belt like the one she made out of men's ties for Sheila at Ephemera as well. Megan knows my color preferences by now, and we worked together to pick out the buttonflowers and the belt colors.
|Like Christmas for grown-ups!|
|Megan doesn't know this (well, she does now), but I like to frame pretty cards!|
|I cannot get enough of all these lovely colors! Can I wear them all together?|
Gotta go now. This belt is so getting worn to work tomorrow.