You know you are in a relationship when…

You get emails forwarded from the family announcing the news.

YIKES!

I met the parents this weekend. His parents were quite sweet. We arrived late and dinner was ready and on the stove. Potatoes. Beets. And cube steaks. I helped his mom in the kitchen…and chatted up a storm. His parents remind me very, very much of my grandparents. (My man is a little older than I…and he has older siblings.) I really enjoyed chatting, shocker. And I think they liked me. Maybe it is that country charm. (We grew up in similar areas with similar family backgrounds.)

Clearing the table, asking questions, amused by his dad pulling objects out of nowhere for show and tell. My nice man sat there quietly and rolled his eyes. Later that evening Mom took me upstairs for a tour (we were to sleep in SEPARATE bedrooms you know!) And we ended up getting lost in conversation…so lost that when we came back downstairs the men were asleep…one on a couch and one on a chair covered with afghans of course.

I had a nice time. Sleeping separately of course. Tee hee! Of course it was quite naughty of me to play around and tease him, in the morning…you see he had to wait several minutes before coming out into the dining room! D’oh! Bad, bad, bad tease. But oh so fun.

In the meantime, his Dad was in the kitchen making a breakfast fit for a king! Omelets, bacon, homemade hash browns…AND PIE. PEACH PIE. Cause pie goes with every meal! (And I am not kidding, the man is a pie making machine! That and a retired traveling barber, do you SEE how much fun I am going to have with this family!) I got an elderberry pie and homemade custard to go as well!

The only bad thing, if you can call it bad, is the fact that Mom took one of my *business cards* you know with my blog/email etc. I had them in my bag and pulled one out for my nice man to see (he had not seen it yet) And then his mom asked what it was, and I showed her, she showed his dad and then KEPT IT! And she is an email and computer whiz (much genealogy research, quite fascinating actually!) I’m just waiting for that email…

But all in all. I’m quite happy. Content. Normal. How did THAT happen? I also know that when I’m normal and good regarding men, I tend to be more silent, not as many emails or blog posts. Why does THAT happen? I guess I thrive on the madness…