What did you get up to at the weekend? Me? Oh, you know... just the usual. Hung out with some friends at TB's house, had a few drinks and got so totally trashed that I had to be put to bed by TB's Mum - and then made her get in bed with me where I proceeded to bleat on about marrying her son.
Oh yes - that actually happened. I can't quite recall what I said to her but I do know that I was banging on about why he was taking so long to ask me and how I wasn't getting any younger. This is not the kind of thing you should be saying to your boyfriend's mum! Oh man, I am cringing at the memory, the very hazy memory. I think it went on for quite some time and I am pretty sure I also mentioned children. Gah! What an idiot. I just let it ALL out. All the crazy.
For what I can remember she was lovely about it all and told me that he just needs a boot up the bum. Haha. What a woman. The next morning when I was getting dressed she came to my room and said not to worry about anything and that she's not going to mention our chat to anyone, not even his dad. Thank god. Not cool. Total mortification.
I'm on a lifelong mission to ditch the lard. Stones away from my heaviest, I'm closing in on my pre-pregnancy weight. Next up, my wedding weight! Onwards!
Poor you - very cringesome. Still, could have been worse - you could have talked about cheating on him! No mother is going to hold it against you if you want to commit to her son.
ReplyDeleteOMG! I feel your pain but she sounds so cool about it I suspect she may have been there in the past (the drunken rambling) so knew to say what she said in the morning!! Takes one to know one and all that...
ReplyDeleteJust remember it is ALWAYS worse for the drunken rambler than the ramblee so have your cringe and then forget it and MOVE ON!!
Lesley xx