Ok, I lied, it totally is. I miss him before he even leaves and then I miss him more when he actually does leave. I’m such a dork. But we all knew that, so let’s move on, shall we?

Dawg met my dad and stepmom yesterday. We all went out to celebrate Dad and Stepmom’s 25th wedding anniversary. It started off awkward, but only because my dad and Dawg are very similar about meeting new people: shy. Also, when my dad was asking Dawg if he drank alcohol Dawg gave a very cryptic answer, something about drinking apple juice and Diet Coke. (I’d never seen Dawg drink apple juice or Diet Coke.) I know you’re all dying to know what we all drank after that weird conversation: I had Coke, Dawg had Diet Coke (har), and Dad and Stepmom had water. When Dawg left the table for a minute to go have a weird experience with people outside (note to Dawg: what was that experience, btw?) I leaned in and said to my dad, “it’s ok to ask questions! He’s not here that much, you have to ask questions when he’s here!” And then you know what happened, right? Yah, my dad grilled him for the remainder of the time we were all together. :smiles:

Dawg has been invited over for a roast beef dinner cooked by my stepmom. Carrots that taste like BEEF! NOM NOM NOM. And I guess I can tag along if I want, although my stepmom invited Dawg, not me. :winks:

Now that meeting my dad and stepmom is out of the way everyone else he meets will be a piece of chocolate cake.