We’re meeting her on Sunday. I’m really, really nervous, which I know is kind of stupid, but I want her to like us. We’ve been really fortunate so far that, even after my brother’s baby-mammas come to figure out that they don’t like him, they don’t cut us off from them.
I hope that continues to be the case.
In related news, it’s a good thing the house is clean because my parents couldn’t get a hotel room because of CMApocalypse. They need to stay at the house.
So… yeah… no stress or anything this weekend.
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