Bjarni's parents arrive tonight, and so I've spent the day scrubbing the bathtub, hiding things, and spelling out cute Icelandic welcome messages on our Scrabble board. I will be the daughter-in-law of their dreams.
On Wednesday, however, we'll be making a trip to Wales so that Bjarni's parents can meet my parents for the first time. Everybody is very much looking forward to this as we've been together for almost two years, and yet up until now — with a little help from the North Atlantic ocean — I've managed to keep everybody apart.
By the end of the trip I'm sure that Bjarni will have called this whole thing off and I'll have to go back to angrily singing Destiny's Child songs on the karaoke every Saturday night in the village pub.
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Oooh best of luck Annie, parents meeting parents can be a very unpredictable event. They might get on like a house on fire or it might be an Arctic glacier - hope it's the first. Our respective in-laws never got on but then they come from the tight-arsed London suburbs so what d'you expect? Wales and Iceland sounds much more promising. In any event I'm sure you won't be back on the karaoke - perish the thought.
ReplyDeleteHEY! Some of my best pulls were the result of a night serenading the croud on karaoke night at the local pub.
ReplyDeleteI dinn't know that Scrabble had the symbol for Boron in their character set. Isn't that what half of the Icelandic language is?
It'll be fine Annie me dear. Just make 'em some of those deadly Cosmos you once served me. With any luck they'll be so embarrassed the day after that they'll be totally courteous to each other for the rest of their lives.
ReplyDeleteYou need to hide stuff REALLY well, mothers are clever like that. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteI've just been invited for lunch by Joe Brown's parents whilst he's away. I think this is potentially a worse scenario.
ReplyDeleteooh, are you a bjarni getting married???
ReplyDeleteMy parents and the Pirate's parents are meeting for the first time weekend after next. shall we swap horror stories?
If your parents are half as cute as you... no one will be able to resist.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to go back to angrily singing Destiny's Child songs on the karaoke every Saturday night in the village pub.
ReplyDeleteNOOOOOOOoooooo!!!!
Oh yup, the old it's-out-of-your-hands/loss-of-control occasion. The parents can take care of themselves, besides you've got four nationalites there so it's a promising mix.
ReplyDeleteNo, the worry is that you find yourself and himself behaving in weirdly unaccountable ways... and he ends up calling you Saffi when the dust has settled.
ooh, are you a bjarni getting married???
ReplyDeleteNope, but "son's girlfriend of their dreams" didn't have quite the same ring to it.
So what'll it be: Bills Bills Bills, or Survivor?
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. I'm sure it will be a total lovefest.
Oh. Just saw this, though:
This article was brought to you by your loving editors, one of whom is married to an Icelander, one of whom is an Icelander, and one of whom is recovering from having had her heart ripped out and jumped up and down on by an Icelander on our favourite airline blog. I've ruled out the first two as being you, which leaves ...
Oh. dear.
I hope it's not weird. Okay, well, I just hope it's not TOO weird.
ReplyDeleteGet everyone drunk, that's my advice.
Hang on, I'm confuzzled. Did you never meet Bjarni's parents in Iceland?
ReplyDeleteAnd, though I realise it may be too late, my top tip is don't hide your vibrator in the washing machine
G´luck Annie (not that you need it!)... hope that it all goes splendidly and you don´t smash any glasses, plates or similar in your eagerness to be The Daughter In Law Of Their Dreams (or in pent-up anger at not being, whilst washing up afterwards!)
ReplyDeleteI am up waaayyy toooo llllaaatteee
cheers Annie - you don´t need kuck anyways
xx
or luck even?
ReplyDelete(in case that typo gets any worse - Christ I am off to bed.. NOW!)
anyhow, have fun! And don�t start getting into heavy discussions when pissed or it will never end (I remember that mad long chat in the kitchen)
So what'll it be: Bills Bills Bills, or Survivor?
ReplyDeleteBootylicious was always my favourite:
"I don't think you're ready for this jelly, my body's too bootylicious for you baby."
Angelala... I met them many times, but they have never met my parents. That's the tricky bit.
Takk elsku Helen!
Looking forward to hearing how that goes...the major and i have been together for almost 5 years and i've done a fabulous job at keeping the two sets of parents apart. my excuse is that they don't speak the same language.
ReplyDeletegood luck...I kept my mum away from my in laws for six years! I would have kept them apart for longer but it was getting a bit ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteHi Annie, I have been away. While away I get into a conversation with some steppes living people in Arkhangai Aimag in Mongolia. A very beautiful place with some wonderful and peacewful people - or so I thought.
ReplyDeleteI got into a discussion with a few of them, this then turned into a debate which after a while became so heated that I was threatened with deportation. I was sent to a detention centre near Ulan Bataar where some worried looking British Embassy staff met me and informed me of my rights.
I guess I nor my ex-friends from the Steppes will ever agree on just how tall you are. Please tell me so I can tell them - thanks.
I am on pins and needles waiting to hear the outcome of the great parental convocation. Any update? Has it been butterflies and rainbows or daggers and ... um ... something else all shootey and stabby?
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your many many awards in the Welsh Blog awards.. and best of luck with the in-laws.
ReplyDeleteSee you for scoops when you're back
Good luck with the in laws. Sure there'll be some comedy moments along the way...
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