MRS. KNOW IT ALL
Do I know it all? Nope. But here’s what I do know:
I know that at 37 I cannot even put chap stick on properly, while Kyle’s tween daughter, Portia, is already an amazing makeup artist.
I know that using the word “camping” while traveling around in a souped-up RV is a stretch.
I know that the Boy George concert was a great time. I also know that when I’m backstage at my dad’s shows, I will forgo making any of PK’s “jokes.”
I know that I am not a perfect mother. I try to be the best parent I can be, and that is all that matters. I also know that Cruz’s favorite thing to do is ham it up when he has a mic on. Kinda like when his mom gets hers and opens her big mouth.
Yep, I know that I have a big mouth (thanks, Camille). I also know that Camille would rather open hers to talk badly behind people's backs and then quickly turn around and talk nicely to their face.
I know that I inserted myself into the Dorit/Kyle conversation, but I think my instincts about what was happening were validated by that PK/Ken phone call.
That’s all I know for right now. Because if I truly knew it all, I would have known how Camille actually felt about me and not wasted my time going to her wedding.