Meeting My FFIL For The First Time

NYEBoy's dad, FFIL*, was in town for less than 18 hours. Yes folks, he rode on a bus for over twenty-four hours (8am-11pm here, 5pm-6am back) to spend a whooping 18 hours with us, nine or ten of which I know we were sleeping. I busted my ass cleaning the downstairs for his visit. I never got to finish the upstairs, though. I threatened to send down a boulder if he attempted to climb the stairs.

Before his father arrived, NYEBoy gave me strict orders to be on my best behavior. Yes, Daddy! I think his exact words were something like, "My father is a very serious man. Whatever you think is funny, is not really funny to anyone but you. So, please don't embarrass yourself by doing anything stupid". Ouch! I replied, "So, I guess I can't thank him for that fateful night twenty-seven years ago when he fucked your mother, to which none of this would have been possible. Huh"? NYEBoy absolutely did not think my response was funny at all. In fact, it may have actually pissed him off. Success! It sure made me laugh, though.

My *Future Father In-Law is a very rich well educated retired Army Major. He has a house overseas, where he has been staying, so this is the first time I have met him face-to-face. Despite being loaded, he's a very frugal guy. (Hint: Bus Trips. WTF?) He hates brand named products. I think my Coca-Cola addiction and extensive Kelloggs cereal collection, may have cut me out of the family will. Despite my not so funny jokes and my love for all things brand name, he thinks I'm beautiful and was happy to see his son being taken care of. After a hug goodbye, we sent him on, into the bus station.

NYEBoy and I decided to celebrate what was left of our last senior citizen and child free weekend by going to see The Wrestler (where a lady passed out-don't ask) and eating ice cream. I might even give him a blow job have rough sex like we did with our door open last night, with his dad sleeping on the couch in the living room directly under our bedroom.