Archer: I must admit, this is my first blind date.
Thalia: Yeah, mine too. I can’t believe our moms, setting us up like this.
Archer: So, uh, what do you want to do?
Thalia: Um…I guess we could compare feet or something.
Archer: So, uh, what do you want to do?
Thalia: Um…I guess we could compare feet or something.
Thalia: Say, those are pretty nice feet.
Archer: You don’t think they’re too big? I get ’em from my mom.
Archer: You don’t think they’re too big? I get ’em from my mom.
Archer: Um, mom? A little privacy here?
Thalia: Mom, you’re like, TOTALLY embarrassing me.
Go back to trading birth stories, or whatever.
Thalia: Mom, you’re like, TOTALLY embarrassing me.
Go back to trading birth stories, or whatever.
(Thanks, Rebecca, for making my first in-person blog contact so enjoyable that Nate had to call me and yell at me to get the hell back to the hotel already because it was way past the baby’s bedtime. Bad mommy. Great afternoon.)