Dulce de TubaDad and I had another full weekend together. While at dinner on Saturday night, DTD announces: Tomorrow after church you can come over and meet my parents. Bring your bathing suit.
Gulp.
Smirk.
A little extra beat in the heart.
I reply: Okay. And after lunch you can come meet my mom.
My mom was coming into town for a couple of days.
Me: Do your parents know you're bringing me?
DTD: No. We'll surprise them.
So, we went to church. Good.
We went to the Taj Mahal of Walmart's to pick up a few items.
He called his mom. No answer. We arrived at his parents home. No one there. Call mom. She answers. Whew. She's at Kroger's. Mom, I have someone with me that I want you and Dad to meet. Whew. We get the hidden key and go inside.
We decide to make out on the couch like a couple of high school kids and just when he's got his hand up my shirt his mom walks in.
HA HA. Just kidding.
He showed me some pictures and we read the paper like regular old people until mom, dad, brother, sister in law and nephew all show up.
His family was, of course, very nice. We had smoothies, pizza, beer and swam in the pool until we needed to leave and meet my mom at my house.
DTD, my mom and I sat around talking about my family and the reunion that my mom had just been to. I was happy he was there to meet my mom because I don't see her much as it is.
It was a good day.
The last thing DTD, my mom and I did together was unload my new five foot metal rooster, Norman, who had been stuck in the back or my car over night. Norman was pissed about being stored in the hot car over night and kept saying, "Thanks Motherfucker, Thanks."
But that's another story for another blog and Norman's swearing only added to the sweetness of the day.
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