My parents can get around in English, but dinner conversations are always a bit tricky. I foresee an interesting trilingual night . . .
Speaking of parents, my mom screwed up her right knee (in addition to her already-busted-left-knee) and my dad his right ankle this weekend. My poor parents are limping around the house . . . scary to see them getting old
Oh god, that reminds me of the time my dad met my boyfriend. I suspect my dad to have aspergers, so you can imagine the "fun" we had.ReplyDelete
I just don't think there's any other way around it. It's always awkward. Period.ReplyDelete
I feel for you, honestly. In December he'll meet my Mum, so awkward pt. 2 is looming.ReplyDelete
Good luck! I hope it goes well....or as well as it could possibly go!!ReplyDelete