Freud Would Be Proud

So, dear reader, this past weekend was Memorial Day. A day to reflect on the men and women who have served this country and those who have died for it... it is also an excuse for people to take a 3 (or more) day weekend! For me, it was the time to take the boyfriend home to meet the parents.

The weekend was incredibly short for us given that he had to work Saturday night until about 4am... so we headed to my parents' home around 6am Sunday morning. We returned Monday evening around midnight.

So what does this have to do with Freud you ask? My father and my boyfriend are so alike to the point where it is scary. They bonded instantly and disappeared for hours on Sunday looking at and test driving various sports cars from a variety of dealerships in the area. Freud has a theory about daughters having inappropriate feelings about their fathers... this is as close to that theory as I ever want to get (in case you didn't know, I think Freud is a whack-job).

Thankfully the weekend went well. My parents both liked him as did my sister (for the minimal amount of time she spent with him), and he and I survived a 6 hour car trip both ways without getting into any major spats.

All in all, I call this one a win, folks.