Well, meeting the parents went ok. His mom and step dad were really nice. They treated me like I had been there for years. I liked that. His mom put me to work in the kitchen, and it felt great to help.

My parents were good. My dad was great, my mom... eh. She was just grumpy as usual and was having fits because my dad took Dave down to see his gun collection in the basement (heaven forbid visitors go to the basement, lol). His kids were really good, chatty and nervous, but really good. I adore them so much.


This weekend is the pj party. I bought a top that is like a cami, so it's not too far from my comfort zone, and a pair of really cute cheeky panties, and some killer sandals, lol. I just need to get there and feel comfy and I'll be ok. OH, and I'm hooking up one of my friends with one of our friends from there for the party too, lol. It should prove to be interesting!