Since my last post, I haven't run into the guy at the gym -- yet. Just in case you were wondering. Also, no, I don't believe he was gay and hitting on me. I'll admit that my last post was badly worded, to the point where the running joke for the last couple of weeks has been for Rita or my other friends to cast a sensuous glance at me and "trace a line" along their bicep, or tricep, or other bulging muscle and make inappropriate come-on lines.
An update on last week's FABULOUS Midwest Tour is forthcoming. Until then, I just have one question...
What do you call your in-laws?
Mom and Dad? Mr. and Mrs. Wife's Maiden Name? Doris and Fred?
This came up on our trip and it's been nagging at me ever since. I've been skating along for almost four years trying not to address Rita's parents directly, because honestly I don't know what to call them.
All the married people in the house -- speak up now.
D
Monday, July 31, 2006
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