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" Much to my surprise, I have actually been enjoying Brit and Zach Jr.&amp;#039;s company. Brit cleaned the house until it was spotless and has already cooked me two scrumptious dinners. I&amp;#039;d forgotten she trained in culinary school for a year. The woman is gifted. If she didn&amp;#039;t have such a bad relationship with Blythe, I&amp;#039;d gladly give her a job in the restaurant.  Meanwhile, I am learning to adore my little nephew. He says the cutest damn things to me. Right now his favorite phrase is that &amp;quot;he can&amp;#039;t like&amp;quot; doing things. I ask him if he wants to take a bath, and he says, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t like the bath.&amp;quot; I ask him if he wants to eat his mac and cheese, and he tells me, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t like mac, Zach. I can&amp;#039;t like it.&amp;quot;  I&amp;#039;ve decided it&amp;#039;s such a good phrase that I&amp;#039;m gonna adopt it into my regular vocabulary. Next time Blythe asks me if I want to tickle her back for 45 minutes to help her fall asleep, I&amp;#039;ll tell her, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t like it.&amp;quot; And when she wants to know if I&amp;#039;ll run through her lines again with her for the nine thousandth time, I&amp;#039;ll just say, &amp;quot;No thanks \u2014 I can&amp;#039;t like your lines.&amp;quot;  Yesterday marked Blythe&amp;#039;s first day on the set of her new TV show, Blythe&amp;#039;s Kitchen. At this stage they&amp;#039;re only filming what they call a &amp;quot;pilot,&amp;quot; one episode that they&amp;#039;re going to try to sell to a network or something, but she&amp;#039;s treating it like it&amp;#039;s a defining moment of her life.  She got up in the middle of the night to throw up and kept me awake the rest of the night to convince her she wasn&amp;#039;t making a terrible mistake and that she was going to be fine. I drove her to the studio after work and dropped her off. She didn&amp;#039;t want me to come on set because she thought that would make her too nervous.  &amp;quot;Wish me luck,&amp;quot; she said.  &amp;quot;I think it&amp;#039;s bad luck to do that, actually. Break an egg, er, a leg.&amp;quot;  She smiled warmly. &amp;quot;Thanks for being there for me. I&amp;#039;d never be standing here doing this if I hadn&amp;#039;t met you. I love you so much, Zach.&amp;quot;  Then she kissed me long and hard on the lips and walked toward the soundstage. As I watched her in my rearview, I must confess I felt a tinge of pride for her. She really has come a long way. For all her flaws (and there are many), she&amp;#039;s an extraordinary woman.  Where would I be if I hadn&amp;#039;t met Blythe? Certainly not running the trendiest breakfast spot in town. We both gave each other courage to do things we would have never had the nerve to do on our own. And that&amp;#039;s pretty special.  Maybe this relationship isn&amp;#039;t such a bad thing after all. Maybe I&amp;#039;ve been so stuck in my head that I didn&amp;#039;t see that this is one of the best things that&amp;#039;s ever happened to me. Maybe this is someone I should be with for the rest of my life, settle down with, have a few cute kids like Zach Jr., who could talk to me endlessly about rocket ships and dump trucks.  Maybe it&amp;#039;s time. I&amp;#039;m not getting any younger. And this really might be as good as it&amp;#039;s gonna get for me. At a certain time in your life, you need face that fact. Maybe all the fantasies I&amp;#039;ve had about finding the perfect woman are just that. Fantasies. Why keep searching for something that probably doesn&amp;#039;t exist? It&amp;#039;s like those who believe in UFOS. They&amp;#039;re never gonna prove that they exist, so why waste time chasing a myth?  Blythe is a good, decent, hardworking, intelligent person. Does she need to be any more than that? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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