SO my feller’s brother lands in San Francisco tomorrow afternoon, and INTERNET, I’m nervous. This will be the first time meeting any of his family (though I have skyped with his parents a couple of times, and they’re lovely), and I’ve got a bit of a worry knot in my tummy. I mean, what if he hates me?! What if I hate him?! He can’t hate me! I’m likeable, DAMMIT! That’s just the way it is, people like me (except when they don’t, but that’s usually a flaw in their personality and has nothing to do with me). I’m funny (at least according to my mom and grandma)! And adorable! And … other things people like. At any rate, I’m well equipped to deal with the feller’s brother, BUT! BUT! BUT!

And I think the biggest issue for me is that I really don’t know what to expect. I don’t know much about the brother or how long he’ll actually be staying at our house as he plans on doing a lot of skiing in Tahoe while he’s here or how the jet lag will affect him and what hours he’ll keep while he’s here. I mean, will he be up at the crack of dawn? Will he be hanging out with into the wee hours of the morning with my man? Are we entertaining him while he’s here? How will I prevent accidental nekkidness? This is a real concern for me! I’m not so good with the wearing of clothes at home, especially not when I’m used to not having to worry about other people being exposed to my nekkidness. Or even when there are other people around! Like that one time my roommate wasn’t at work like she was supposed to be, and I stumbled into the kitchen TOTALLY BUTT NEKKID to feed the cats. Or when I would forget to close the bathroom door before starting to pee, and then I’d look up and she’d be staring at me from her bed (this happened an embarrassing number of times). I mean, let’s face it, he’s gonna see me in my bra, that’s a given, anyone who’s ever lived/stayed/been around me at home knows that AT SOME POINT, I will wander around the house topless, but I’m really going to have to focus on remembering to put clothes on before leaving my bedroom.

And LET ME JUST SAY, it’s a Good Thing he’s coming in January when it’s too damn cold for me to be anything less than fully clothed until bedtime. If he were visiting in June/July/August, all bets would be off.