Meeting the family

We had dinner with my sister and her boyfriend -- we're the first ones from the family to meet him (well, we are a pretty scary bunch). Nice guy -- the Adorable Husband gave him the 'Surrogate Older Brother Stamp of Approval". He seems to make Nin very happy, and I was very pleased to see that he's the first guy that she didn't desperately try to get us to like...she just let it be. I liked him.

And, being my sister, she also shared an embarassing tidbit with me after the fact -- apparently he got a bit nervous about meeting us and did a little manscaping: he trimmed his eyebrows and overdid it a bit. She said she didn't even notice, and he was very amused that she didn't see any difference between his normal, bushy-browed self and the clippered version.

I suppose if he's going to be around for a while, he'll have to get used to the fact that in our family, we celebrate those dorky, stupid, and embarassing moments -- often bringing them up ourselves about our own foibles. The Adorable Husband still doesn't understand why we do this -- if it's embarassing, why share it with all and sundry? Well, it's what we do.

Of course, the next time I meet him, I'm going to be staring at his eyebrows and will probably bring it up. It's a compulsion.