Steve and I went up to Whidbey Island on Sunday to re-meet his folks.
I had met them before a few years ago at a party but I made a bad impression cos there were a lot of people I didn't know (which is way worse than just a lot of people) and that stressed me out.
His Mom made a cake (life is short, eat dessert first) which she admitted upfront to putting a poison and banned substance into (bitter almond?) but I ate it anyway cos it had frosting on it.
Then we went on a drive around the island where they pointed out all the historical spots, paying special attention to all the Swedish connections (of which there were a surprising number.)
Then we went to dinner at the Oyster Catcher. It was a cute little place and the food was really nice. Steve is in the halvsies camp too (I get this and you get that and we'll split it so as to not have to make a decision) like my sister and I, so that's convenient.
Said Good Night and headed back with the rest of the poison cake. (Yes, I fully intend on eating the rest of it.)
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