Tamara and I are travelling to Bayfield to do some lawn care on her ma's place. Her Ma's gonna be there at some point this weekend as well. While it's a great way to escape the City during the Boozefest (if it were only booze and not fifty thousand rich white guys riding harleys listening to the "blues," I'd stay but it isn't so I'm not...), I'm sort of nervous about the whole meet the mom thing...sort of. I'm not freaked out about it by any means.
In every other relationship I've been in, meeting the mom means things are for the most part...serious...which they are, IMO...cohabitation sorta solidifies that.
ehh...I've got nothing to worry about really.
hope everyone has a great weekend nevertheless...
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