Pre-meeting flutters

I’m going to be meeting my son’s girlfriend’s mother today.  I’m nervous.  Don says, “Of course she’s going to like you.  What’s not to like?“  But I don’t know.  Sometimes, I meet someone new and everything goes great, but sometimes, it’s like the stars are out of wack or I’m the kind of person that makes them uncomfortable or something and everything that could go wrong does, and it’s really awkward. 

So, keep your fingers crossed for me.  This is an important relationship for my son and I want it all to go smoothly.

Oh god.  It’s just started pouring rain outside and I am wearing a light skirt and sandals, and you, my faithful non-blog readers, KNOW how hard it is for me to ferret something appropriate out of my meager closet.  Dang!  It is really pouring.  I don’t have any stockings at hand.  Jeans aren’t the right thing to wear to meet my son’s girlfriend’s mother who drove all the way from Oregon!

Okay, I just had an idea.  I’ve got some cute rubber boots that are the same color as my skirt and blouse.  I’ll put those on and bung the sandals in the back seat and then if the rain has stopped by the time we get there, I’ll put on the sandals and if it hasn’t, I’ll sloosh in the door wearing my rainboots.  They are a bit big and floppy, but hey, at least they are black and so that must mean they match!

Bye for now.  xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, September 05, 2009 in Chewing the Fat