Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

The bodacious and lovely chanteur_dombre and her husband, Markle-Sparkle, is here!!!

*cheers wildly*

They arrived yesterday afternoon, and the Husbandly One picked them up at the airport, while I tried not to be overly nervous and bake highly inappropriate things. Hey, when most people are nervous, they bite their nails or walk a hole in the floor pacing. I, however, bake!

Anyhoo, they arrived before I could decide to start on a pie, and though there was an original kerfluffle, things went very well. The kerfluffle started because the Impossible Son, being overcome by a sudden fit of Extreme Shyness, did not want to come out and meet them, and the Impertinent Daughter, feeling this was very rude, decided to solve the problem by picking him up to forcibly carry him out. I was already outside and had warned her to let him decide on his own, so all I heard were a few bangs, an anguished wail, a shout, a roar, and then another bang. Upon going inside to investigate, I found a rather disheveled and sweaty Miss Priss looking both amused and frustrated. "I tried to bring him out, but he slipped free and now he's hiding under the bed."

O_o???

So... I went into his room and asked him what was going on, and he said, "The Evil One tried to force me to go outside, and I wanted to wait on the couch for them to come in!!"

"Oh," I said. "Well, they're in the house now. Want to come out and meet them?"

"No," came a muffled snort from under the bed.

So... I got down on my belly and slid under the bed with him. "So... should I go get some cookies and we can both just hide under here until they go away?"

He giggled. "You can't stay under my bed! They're YOUR friends!"

"This is true," I said. "Well, you know, they brought presents. Don't you want to see what they are?"

This, of course, sparked interest in his eyes. He said, "Okay," only a little reluctantly and was about to slip out when the Impertinent Daughter came bounding in and jumped on the bed.... with ME STILL UNDER IT!!

OUCH!!!!

I survived, but I did say, "You know, Mr. Manzie, we need to get out from under here, or she's going to do it again!"

He got out post haste, came out to meet Chan and Markle-Sparkle, and things went much more smoothly. We took them to our local Tex-Mex eatery, Mr. Taco (which has amazingly good food), and by the time we got back to the house, Markle-Sparkle and Mr. Manzie were fast friends. They were sitting in the middle seat of the minivan, heads bent over the Impossible Son's Nintendo DS, and Markle-Sparkle was giving Mr. Manzie tips about playing Kirby. Talk about a guaranteed win!!! *laughs*

There was further Markle-Sparkle/Impossible Son bonding while playing Mario Kart on the Wii, and the Impertinent Daughter probably showed Chan every single piece of manga she's drawn in one thirty minute session.

I give props to Chan for endurance under artistic circumstances, though she did tell Miss Priss, "If you don't become a manga artist when you grow up, I'm going to hunt you down."

Now that's incentive!!

And I also give props to Chan for talking to my mother-in-law, who wanted to hear an Aussie accent over the phone.

This, of course, is in return for her bursting into giggles every time I say something like, "Y'all," or inexplicably, "cuddle-duds." This is one of those times when I wish I did have an extremely Texan accent, just for the privilege of watching her burst into moments of glee over the things I say! Hee!

Today, we shall either explore this town, or I will take them into San Marcos so she can buy herself a pair of real, Texas cowboy boots.

Either will be very interesting!!