When I got off the phone with her, a tiny bit of panic set it... not that I was nervous about meeting her, because when I heard her voice I knew she was exactly the person I thought she was from her blog and from email exchanges, but because she was going to meet MY kids. HA! DB asked me 'Did you warn her?' and I said 'Well, she's read the blog for 4 years... hopefully she doesn't think I was exaggerating.'
I then had the following conversation with the older Bubs the night before we were all going to meet:
Me: No saying 'crap'; no saying 'freaking'; no saying 'what the'; no saying 'OMG'; no arguing; no fighting, pretend or real; no quoting anything you've heard on Cartoon Network; no talking about video games, computer games, or anything you've seen on Youtube; no...
Bubba: (eyes closed, pinching bridge of nose) I think I'm going to need you to tell me all this again tomorrow when we're in the car.
Me: (rolling eyes) ...no calling each other 'stupid jerk face'; no inappropriate family stories; no bodily function humor; no use of the word 'balls' unless you're talking about sports - wait... just no use of the word 'balls' period; no arm farts; no shooting anyone at the park with finger guns; and just basically THINK is this appropriate and worth saying before anything comes out of your mouth. Okay?
Bubba: So... pretend like we're at church?
And they did okay. And Tara is perfect, just like I thought she was. And the little Yellow Hats are perfect, just like I thought they were. And now I can move Tara from the bloggy-friend category over to the IRL friend category.