Those who know us who also read this blog have a hard time understanding why I refer to Scott as "The Boy" around these parts.

Wait. Whoops. Well, there you go. Cat's outta the bag.

I really couldn't think of any more of a creative way to tell you all what my boyfriend's real name is. We stand behind our initial decision to not name Scott by, well, name, mostly because we both felt a little unsure of how much we wanted to reveal about our relationship. We're not Tori & Dean and we're not about to go open a B&B up in Wisconsin. Or get married just yet. Let alone have a baby.

(Although? And confidential to Jessica because I have to believe you're watching "Tori & Dean: Inn Love" and loving it as much as I love it. I watched a whole mess load of it today. There is something about Tori Spelling that calms me. Don't ask why.)

Revealing Scott's name here has been a big deal for a number of reasons, but the largest of which is what he saw happen to me when anonymous Internet people decided to use what I'd previously written about my ex-husband after I'd announced we had split up. It wasn't nice and the sheer volume of it made me sad and frustrated and unwilling to share much at all. But now? Well, we just don't care that much anymore. We really don't. We've been together for an awfully long time now and it's sort of silly to keep calling him "The Boy." And he knows I'm incredibly sick of referring to him as "The Boy," just as much as some of you are sick of reading it, I'm sure.

Plus, I'm pretty proud of him, and proud to be with him, and while I won't deviate from the previously agreed decision to keep the meat of our relationship off line, Scott is a really funny person who writes really funny things and it's taken all I have in me not to post his stuff here.

So in that spirit, you really need to follow along with him over at the Time Out Chicago blog as he recaps R Kelly. The guy is so academic about it that it kills me.

Posted by Erin at 10:52 PM | filed under: Odds and ends