Well, I finally met George’s parents last night. I was soooo nervous going over there, but they made me feel comfortable right away. Thank god. George kept going on about how strange they were, but they weren’t. I guess it’s one of those things – you always think your parents are the weirdest out there. But they were really nice and funny and just so dang cute, I wanted to put them in my pocket. George’s mom is so teeny I really think I could have stuck her in my pocket and taken her home with me. I did get a breadmaker, though. She gave me her old one. Score!