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May 20, 2004

weekend

Belinda and I are going away for the weekend.

I can't quite remember, but I think it may be the first time we're having a little weekend getaway since we've been together, which is almost 3 years now. There's always been some reason or other to not go away. Money. School. Work. Time. Moving. Family. Dog. Migraines. So this weekend is it, no more excuses, just her and I in a little bed and breakfast on the coast.

Hopefully, I will be able to keep my grumpiness at bay this weekend and not ruin things. I just want to have a nice time and do some "relationship strengthening". We need this for two reasons. First, because it's been so long since we've done anything romantic. Second, is because the weekend after this is going to be the equivalent of a WWE smackdown.

That weekend, we are going away too, to the mountains. But unlike this weekend, we're not going to be alone. We're going with Belinda's mother, the mother's boyfriend, her sister, her brother-in-law, her nephew, and our dog.

I love Belinda's family dearly. Sure, they're a bit dysfunctional, but they are so nice and just generally warm and accepting of everyone. But over the years, for many complex reasons (and some other blog post), Belinda has grown to become, in a way, the black sheep of her family. They fight. A lot. Not the men, all us men are outsiders. Belinda's family is a family of women who are hypersensitive, emotional train wrecks.

I can hardly wait...

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