Doodlepants insisted that I still go out of town with him this past weekend to get away from all my stress and the disaster wreck of a house. So I finally caved and we went.
I ended up having an amazing time. According to Mother Doodlepants, God has chosen me for her son. Okay, that was an interesting go round but she's pretty weird anyway. When it comes to Dad Doodlepants, I'm the bomb because I'm a geek and I can help with his gadgetry, since Doodlepants wouldn't know an audio jack from dental floss.
I felt very comfortable, and very at home, and it was definitely the relaxation I need. They have two really cute Shih-tzus, Tony and Carmella. Carmella is just a baby and looks like a Muppet.
So all in all, it went well. We did well in the car together (since reading or knitting makes me carsick, I drove, and he read to me) and talked about any number of things, and that was tolerable. Aside from some squabbling with him about eating and about letting him do things for me, the whole weekend went well. Dad Doodlepants bought the UFC fight for me Saturday night and the two men watched the Superbowl on Sunday while Mother Doodlepants and I sat on the patio drinking margaritas and her giving me the third degree. Somehow I ended up agreeing to knit her a hat in magenta. I don't think I am physically capable of buying magenta yarn.
The surprise came after we got home. I asked him the standard Neurotic Female question: Did your parents really like me, or did they just put up with me for your sake? He writes me back a while later telling me that yes, they adored me and how everything is wonderful and...
He loves me.
