The DH and I just got home from dinner with a friend of his from college. I like her okay, but he never fails to somehow work into the conversation how much money he makes, which makes my eyes roll out of my head. I make bets with myself to guess when it will come up.
We spent most of the afternoon in the Museum of Natural History, and while we were walking around I hear some fellow say, ". . . she'll probably tell all of her Buffy friends about . . ." I couldn't however, figure out who it was and follow them to find out just what Buffy friends he meant.
Also, we have achieved guest bed, although the guest bedroom is still not box free. The DH and I are considering using it tonight since the guest bedroom is the warmest room in the place.
I hope that everyone in Hec's house is feeling well, calm, and peaceful.
". . . she'll probably tell all of her Buffy friends about . . ."
If you were in Florida this might have been DH. He says that.
All your Suzi are belong to me!!!
I "told" my parents about my tattoo by wearing a swimsuit with an aggressively plunging neckline that framed my sternum quite nicely.
My mother is pretty much all "nice people don't do that!" which means I just wear her down with "am I suddenly not nice, then?" until she's numb.
My father just looked, and went on with his day.
My sis was going out with her GF for many years before she came out to our parents. Their decision to have a baby kinda' forced the issue. So when my sis finally did come out, I told her, "When you come out to mom and dad, don't tell them right away that [her GF] is trying to have a baby and that I'm going to be the father. You should probably wait a month."
My parents have tried to lead me conversationally into coming out, or at least made it clear through clumsy avoidance of gender-specific pronouns that they're totally okay with that.
It's tempting sometimes to test them, but I'm gonna be good.
My parents did that with me for a while. I hadn't dated in years and then when I was dating I just never brought it up with them. My sister told me at one point that she and mom were convinced I was gay.
My parents, my sis and her GF all thought I was gay. Then when a high school friend of mine died of AIDS, my parents started to worry that I might have it. Argh. I also have a number of straight friends whose parents thought they were lesbians.
I dunno - it's as if our parents' generation find extended singledom even more confusing or unlikely than homosexuality....
Mine did not. In fact, I'm not sure my mother ever told my father.
Heh. My mom isn't thrilled that I got a tat, though she *does* think it's pretty. My dad, on the other hand, was in Vermont with me when I got the tat, and, being the ultimate mellow laissez-faire dude, he bought the tattoo artist a beer after he was done inking me. (The tattoo place is literally upstairs from my bro's restaurant.)
It's 5 degrees out. Did I mention that The Boy is CAMPING this weekend?!? Did I mention that he's INSANE?!? Though, to be fair, he's camping 3 hours south of here, so it's warmer....it's *18* degrees.
He's going to literally freeze his balls off, and then I'm going to be peeved.
