  I get to have lunch with the Cow and Hen-pecked Henry (H2) this weekend. Woo! Yeah! Uch. Sigh.
Yeah, uch. It's been a while, so for that I'm grateful. Also, I'm grateful for the fact that Aldo has seen the 'rents already since their return from Boringavia and has been subject to all the photographic boredom excitement that the ol' family reunion entailed. Now that all the gratefulness is taken care of, though, can I mention how annoyed I am that they're back in town? And, obviously, that I have to see them, unfortunately, in a setting that does not involve cream pies being thrown on their annoying faces, all Three's Company '70s sitcom-style. I was all prepared to let everything go on longer -- much, much longer -- before I'd have to see them. But now it's all ruined. I've been trying to get Lynn and Aldo all hooked on the joys of lying. That's kind of ironic, really. At the start of our relationship, I was all about making Aldo not lie to me. Well, duh, you don't want your boyfriend lying to you. Right? Well, now I think I might have done a better job than I expected because, well, I'm having lunch with the loathed in-laws tomorrow. Don't get me wrong. I still want a spouse who treats me with the same respect with which I treat him.
But I'd kind of like him to use his old-school lying skills on the parents. After all, it's not like Aldo has to even expend any effort with that. The 'rents are not sophisticated enough to cope with even the most rudimentary of lies. I mean, how hard would it have been to say that we're vacationing on Mars this weekend? 
