It's Nice To Meet You

Well, I'm off on my latest adventure.

After doing a really good slug imitation for the past few days, I think my energy stores are sufficiently restored to allow me to look forward to the weekend.

It's a biggie.

We are flying to the East coast to meet D#2's soon-to-be inlaws. Although we have exchanged several phone calls and emails and texts, this will be the first time that we will all gather in person together.

I'm a bit anxious when I am introduced to someone. And, unfortunately, unless I am really in control, BICJ manages to unleash her silliness in full force when I'm a bit anxious. Yes. My Bratty Inner Child Julia.

In this particular setting, BICJ goes into a blab, blab, blab, blab........tee hee hee chortle giggle....blab, blab, blab, blab mode. This wouldn't be so bad if I was actually blabbing something coherent and gracious. Pffffft. Never.

So I'm wondering how I can tell BICJ to put a sock in it for the weekend. Hm.

Medication? Not an option. My yippee skippee pills -- aka Provigil -- only ramps the blab factor up higher. Definitely not a good idea.

Duct tape? Perhaps. I'll have to tell John to throw a roll in his carry on luggage...

Ah. Maybe this: John and I need to work out a communication system in which he assesses my blabbiness and if he determines that I've red-lined it, he will send me a signal which will remind me to settle down.

Signal.......well, now.....he has this great expression in which he raises his eyebrows REALLY high up on his forehead. I wonder if the eyebrow thing would be as weird as the blabbiness thing, however.....then our new in-laws would realize that they are meeting TWO strange strangers. Better that they don't know the truth about that until after the wedding. Well, at least until the kids have exchanged their vows and it's official. Definitely.

I suppose he could reach over and hold my hand, if he's close by. But we like to mix and mingle when we're at a gathering, so the likelihood of him standing next to me is pretty small.

John says that a code word is the best solution. He could use this word in a rather loud voice, so that I could hear it from wherever I happen to be. Okkkaaaayyyy. I could consider that. But I'm not liking his first choice of the word, which is MYNA. Which refers to the very vocal myna bird.

Hahahahahahahaha. Very funny.

Not.

I'd love to see how he could work THAT one into a conversation without looking stranger than a blabby wife could ever be. The code word is going to be our topic of discussion on the very long flight across the country today. I'll keep y'all posted. And wish me luck.

Here's a recording of someone's myna bird meowing. Interesting. Myna bird image found here.