Ok, I lied, it totally is. I miss him before he even leaves and then I miss him more when he actually does leave. I’m such a dork. But we all knew that, so let’s move on, shall we?
Dawg met my dad and stepmom yesterday. We all went out to celebrate Dad and Stepmom’s 25th wedding anniversary. It started off awkward, but only because my dad and Dawg are very similar about meeting new people: shy. Also, when my dad was asking Dawg if he drank alcohol Dawg gave a very cryptic answer, something about drinking apple juice and Diet Coke. (I’d never seen Dawg drink apple juice or Diet Coke.) I know you’re all dying to know what we all drank after that weird conversation: I had Coke, Dawg had Diet Coke (har), and Dad and Stepmom had water. When Dawg left the table for a minute to go have a weird experience with people outside (note to Dawg: what was that experience, btw?) I leaned in and said to my dad, “it’s ok to ask questions! He’s not here that much, you have to ask questions when he’s here!” And then you know what happened, right? Yah, my dad grilled him for the remainder of the time we were all together. :smiles:
Dawg has been invited over for a roast beef dinner cooked by my stepmom. Carrots that taste like BEEF! NOM NOM NOM. And I guess I can tag along if I want, although my stepmom invited Dawg, not me. :winks:
Now that meeting my dad and stepmom is out of the way everyone else he meets will be a piece of chocolate cake.
Dammit, Poppy! Now I want chocolate cake!!! :smiles:
Seriously – how cool that he met the dad and stepmom!! Roast beef with all the fixin’s is like, one of my favorite meals EVER. I wonder if they’re going to go out and buy him Diet Coke for the roast meal? Haha
My dad drinks caffeine free Diet Coke, so it is always stocked at the house. :grins:
Now I’m wondering what the ‘experience’ was
There ain’t nothing like carrots that taste like beef! (‘Cept maybe taters that taste like beef!)
I’m glad it went well.
Turnbaby, I still don’t exactly know yet. I think he plans to blog about it. :smiles:
Kris, cooked carrots that taste like carrots are disgusting, so I’m happy to have them taste like beef. As for potatoes? I love potatoes, any way they arrive to me, so I don’t need them to taste like beef. (Moo.)
NUMMERS – chocolate cake! DAMN DIET. :crying:
dork. :laughs: :love:
Tug, so you saw the white text, eh? :pfft: :winks: And, I still don’t believe you need a diet!!!
Well… I didn’t want to come off as a total alcoholic to your dad!!! Of course… I never did mention the fact that I drink wine or black&tans.
The truth is… the bubbly makes me feel funny.
And yes… I get carrots that taste like BEEF!!! Raaaawwwwwrrrrr.
She likes me.
Trust me, coming off as someone who drinks instead of doesn’t drink is actually a good thing to him. He doesn’t drink wine or champagne, just beer and the hard stuff.
And I’m guessing my stepmom loves you more than she loves me now. If you ever mention your culinary prodigy be prepared for the huge hug. She’s tiny but she hugs hard.
Can I have a bite of your BEEF carrot? Please?
(Wow, that sounds dirty out of context.)
:shocked:
No biting my beef carrot.
You’ll need your own.
:grins:
Where’s my pouting smiley?
:frown:
That will hafta do.
:angel: