Three Days Down, Three Days to Go
Have I only been here for three days? Because it feels like three months. Today was pretty low key. I half-slept and watched football all day, had dinner with one friend from college (Steve the Beave) and his girlfriend, then went to Ann Arbor to hang out for a bit with The Boyz.
I did talk to my dad today about Fly Girl. I reminded him that he can make his decision on whether or not to meet her independently of my mother. He basically seemed uncomfortable and not really wanting to talk about the whole issue of my being gay. Which is how he is about, like, everything. But he said he'd meet her because it would be "good for me." Correct answer! I can work with that. Except now it seems that his availability might make it logistically difficult, but I'll try.
I didn't get around to having that talk with my mom. I'll have to have it tomorrow, because I'm really feeling ready to escape to Ann Arbor. The Boyz approved my early arrival at their house, so as long as I can figure out how to get myself to and fro, I can get out of here at any time.
The remaining things on my to do list are the mom chat, spending of gift certificates which can be done either here or in Ann Arbor, and then I need to remember to give my sister money for my parents' gifts.
The end is in sight. The end is in sight. And when I wake up tomorrow, it'll only be two more days until FG gets here. w00t! *does the cabbage patch*
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Hang tight, chica. You can do it!! Dad definitely had the right answer, too.
And do let us know what you get with the gift certificates. :)
How cool would it be if they both said yes, but had conflicting schedules? Then they could both meet her seperately, and there wouldn't be any risk of a ganging-up thing. Ok, so I'm neurotic, but that would totally work for me.
When my daughter was 18, she showed up on my doorstep with a girlfriend in tow; apparently they were An Item, and were enjoying themselves greatly.
First thought: "Well, at least she's found someone, which is more than I'm doing lately."
Second thought: "This is my child, fercryingoutloud."
Problem solved? Well, only if I thought it was a problem to begin with. Which of course it wasn't.
hooray for the cabbage patch! that and the running man are my personal dances of choice ;)
only if I thought it was a problem to begin with. Which of course it wasn't.
Chaz, you wanna be my dad?
I would be honored.
Now close the door. Sheesh. People are gonna think you were born in a barn or something. :)