My boyfriend relayed this story to me when I woke up. Tonight at dinner, the subject came up of cooking. Matt found out his mum doesn't like cooking for the same reasons he does - it's hard to control it so it comes out perfectly every time. His mum said that's why she loves her boyfriend Charles, who loves to cook. He and I are very much alike, which is why we got along so well when I visited.

Matt told his mum, "Well yeah, why do you think I'm marrying a baker?"

My cookies are extremely popular in their household, and at the risk of bragging, I'm a pretty good cook. Good enough that my roomie came in after I made chicken and biscuits to inform me I am 1) never, ever leaving and 2) Matt can move in with us cuz I'm not going anywhere.

So at dinner, the conversation turned to if Matt was going to ask my parents for permission to marry me. He told them he wasn't sure because while on one hand he did, if one of them said no, he'd have to say fuck you, too bad, and then he'd be on bad terms with one half of my family. I couldn't help but laugh.

I suggest he inform them and ask for their blessing rather than ask for permission.

We're rather family-oriented people. But goodness, that made me feel young and a bit special. XD

Job Front:

It looks like I'll be getting the PT job I wanted, and they're paying me a very sexy $15/hour - just as much as I make at my fricking FT job! So I'm gonna be making some moooooney