H came over after work, which was very nice. He said he had gotten into a fight at work (it is a bar...), and that his legs hurt. I tried massaging them, but that didn't work. I tried scratching his back. I tried masssaging his head. I got him some Advil. Eventually, I made him some tea, and that finally helped him to sleep.

When the alarm went off, I didn't want to get up. I wound up kissing his neck and his shoulders and his back. H finds this very relaxing, so I kept rubbing his back and kissing him on the side. I wound up spending too much time distracted with him, and got up kind of late.

Only to find out I had no hot water. Great. I didn't have time to go anywhere else before I need to leave to meet my parents and my aunt. So I took a very cold shower. Not fun. Then H had a hard time waking up, and talked me into a quickie--even though we were already incredibly late. We left an hour after we were supposed to.

H wanted a candy bar and something to drink, so we stopped by a gas station. He was nice enough to get some stuff for me, too. Very thoughtful.

On the way down, it started pouring rain. I commented that if anything else happened, we were never going to make it. H told me to shut up, I was going to curse us. My dad called me, to tell me they had cancelled the picnic idea and were moving inside to a restaurant in a nearby town. In the middle of the conversation, lightning struck, and my phone not only dropped the call--but it completely froze up. I had to call him back with H's phone.

I had assumed H would sleep on the way down, since he hadn't slept enough after work. But we had fun listening to music and just goofing off. At one point roommate called (this girl calls just way too much), but he didn't answer, and instead checked his vmail. I didn't say anything, but H said "that was sweet" so I bit. He said roommate had offered to clean all of the dishes for him so that they'd be ready to pack. (Never mind she has never forked over for this month's rent.)

So we got there really late. As we pulled up, H said maybe it was a bad idea that he had come along, because he was afraid my mom might have badmouthed him to my aunt before we got there. I told him I didn't care what she thought or what she said. He said he cared, because he didn't want my aunt to hate him. (I guess I need to find something different to say to validate here.)

As we walked in the restaurant, H quickly told me to go first. This is the sort of thing that, if I had done it, would irritate him. But I just said okay.

Nobody said anything, except to laugh at me over my bad morning. The food was good, and we decided to walk around town afterwards for awhile.

My 3yo nephew (brother's kid) got passed around a lot. At time he would ask for me to hold him or my mom or whoever. My mom and aunt walked into a store, and I just followed, with my nephew (X--yes, that's the first letter of his name ) on my hip.

I didn't realize H had not followed me in until a couple of minutes later. He had always made a big deal that I "abandoned" him with my family, so I started to head back to find him. H had just walked in, and I commented that I was just heading out to find him.

In another store, H and I were wandering around looking at antiques and assorted nicknacks, We were holding hands and acting pretty cutesy. (Something about after we eat, we both feel really cuddly.) We were looking at some small carved statues, and I pointed the angel ones were cute.

H made a face (not his taste) and pointed to some other statues. One was a mother and child, and another was a father and child. He said he liked those. Which surprised me...normally he's pathologically avoided anything to do with kids since we've been together. I guess it shows H is still baby-crazy. LOL

I got X again for awhile, and while H was buying a cappucino, X asked for a tootsie roll pop. I asked X if he had asked his dad (I knew he hadn't), and X said yes. Gotta love kids... So I said okay, asked him which color he wanted (orange), and H bought it for him. I then let X hold it, and walked over to my brother, and told X he needed to ask his dad if he could eat it now. My brother and his gf just looked blankly at me.

My dad finally said it was okay (at that point X had already taken off the wrapper). My brother never said anything. I don't know which is worse...that my brother froze or that my dad rescued him. I just wanted to be polite since X is not my kid! (How inconsiderate is it to give back a hyper kid?) I guess I was really stunned (and kind of disgusted) by the fact that my brother couldn't speak up about something that was ultimately his responsibility. I wonder if, to H, I come across that way with my parents about him...

The whole thing was a little awkward, but not totally bad. My mom was a little funny, but overall they seemed okay. I really didn't think they would say anything in front of H or my aunt and her husband. That's not the way they work.

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