I mean, school today was weird... everyone was kinda doing the stare thing when Matthew and I were holding hands openly... but that's kinda to be expected. Jennifer, Lisa, 'Nessa and Hayleigh teased us at every opportunity. But I don't care.

I have a Matthew. Hee!

First Aca-Deca meet is Friday (tomorrow!), and I'm all nervous.

Anyway.

So we get picked up by his parents and they take us over to my house.

Mom was totally Donna-Reeded (even if that's not a word/phrase, you're my diary, and can't complain. You know, lacking that whole sentience and verbal skills thing) and was wearing -- I swear -- a black dress with pink microdots, pink HIGH HEELS (I didn't even know she OWNED any heels anymore, since she threw most of 'em away after that whole dress code thing last year...), and had the perfect makeup, hair, nails, thing going on. And ... she was wearing an honest-to-Obama string of PEARLS.

Whoa.

Daddy was even more corny and hokey.

He had a pipe.

He doesn't smoke.

I thought it was just prop to chew on.

It was a stinking bubble pipe.

My parents are weird.

Okay, so we sit down and we have the talk with Matthew's parents.

And we talk.

And we explain.

And they react...

Oddly.

I think I was the most normal person in the dang house.

And I mean really... I'm ME.

So that's saying a lot.

And at the end of the evening, when they're getting ready to leave, his parents go and get all embarrassing.

His mom says, "Well, I guess this answers the question about whether they've had sex or not..."

And while the two of us are standing there trying to out redden each other, it gets worse!

His dad says, "Hey yeah! We don't have to worry about pregnancy."

It may not have been so embarrassing, but MY parents were laughing along with them.

I came upstairs and started writing this.

I'd like someone to repair my parents humor-kabobble dohickey.