SML and I argued recently about my last post where I wrote about Alli its associated side effects. I thought that his comment about starting an Alli dieting plan was hilarious because I consider fad dieting all of the time. SML on the other hand had something of a small crisis when he read my short paragraph and announced that, “YOUR PARENTS READ THIS AND I WANT THEM TO LIKE ME.”

Because this so rarely happens, that SML acts so similar to me that it’s like looking at myself in the mirror, I took down the post and tried to explain that it was just a joke. After that incident I thought very seriously about just choosing other things to write about besides SML on this Blog, things like FileMaker or a how-to on microwaving apples. Obviously, I didn’t get very far.

This morning during SML’s sermon at a Unitarian church I realized just how big of a role SML plays in my life. I don’t know that I could stop writing about SML and continue writing this Blog when the majority of my time is spent conversing with him in high-pitched voices. If I didn’t write about SML, would anyone really like to read about terminal scripts?

This morning SML said to me that if I loved him, I’d continue to write. So yeah, I still love him.

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