Sunday, September 11, 2011

Fun is Relative

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. eek!
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  1. Charlotte SometimesSeptember 11, 2011 at 11:36 PM

    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.

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  2. mottekurunodaSeptember 13, 2011 at 4:31 PM

    I just don't think there's any other way around it. It's always awkward. Period.

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  3. Charlotte SometimesSeptember 15, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    I feel for you, honestly. In December he'll meet my Mum, so awkward pt. 2 is looming.

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  4. mottekurunodaSeptember 16, 2011 at 12:25 AM

    Good luck! I hope it goes well....or as well as it could possibly go!!

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