Rob and I are going to Cold Lake this long weekend. He'll be meeting the parents, but I'm pretty sure he's more excited about the increased chance he'll see a fighter jet. Mind you, it's a very marginal increase, as the military does nothing on weekends, in the best of circumstances. And these are pilots we're talking about - they do nothing on the weekdays, either. But this airplane passion he shares with my mother's dick boyfriend will keep them both busy enough to not drive me insane.

He's also excited because I promised him a horse ride on Kevin's mother's farm. He won't be able to travel around anywhere, but she'll saddle up D.C. and trot him around the yard for a while, which, for Rob, will be a giant step up from being led around a rodeo yard by a cowboy.

I'm very excited to see my sister and mama. My dad has also decided to have "dinner. Or drinks. Or dinner and drinks!" with he and I at some point. It's unfortunate that Rob would never take Friday off, as well, because that would make this trip about 10 million times better, being that I'd have Friday and Saturday night with the family. Mahwell, beggers can't be choosers.