Weddingbee Blog

Not quite as hysterical as How I Met Your Mother, but close. Promise.

First, how I met Mr. Foxy’s sister, aka my future foxy sister-in-law (FfSIL).

Foxy and I had been doing our LDR thing for about a month, and it was my turn to visit him for a day or two. The relationship was still fairly new and we only saw each other every other weekend-ish; naturally, we were…how shall I say this…”very passionate” when we saw each other. You know, lots of kisses. And stuff.

Anyway! This particular visit, FfSIL was also supposed to make an appearance and spend the night at Foxy’s apartment since she was in town for business. I was nervous, of course—she would be the first of his family I would meet and I wanted desperately for her to think of me like her long lost sister like me. I like to think I’m a relatively cool person and make a decent first impression, so with Foxy’s urging, I simmered down in preparation for her arrival. So simmered, in fact, that I decided to take a shower. Foxy may or may not have been there.

Oh, hush. It happens.

Long story short, and I’m sure you can see where this is going, FfSIL (who had her own key) comes in while we’re in the shower. I? Was mortified. Foxy was just cracking up, because apparently this was literally the funniest thing in life. Super cool.

FfSIL ended up laughing it off as well, but I definitely pulled a turtle and hid in my shell for the rest of the night. I’m happy to say that we’ve moved on from the whole ordeal, but I still have occasional nightmarish flashbacks.

Second, how I met Foxy’s parents, my future in-laws (FILs for now).

Now when I first met Foxy, he was going to PT for an unspecified shoulder issue related to his lacrosse playing in high school and college. The PT wasn’t really working, so he was going to need pins put in by laproscopic surgery about two months into us dating. I made sure that I would be in town for the surgery to support him and take care of him…as did his parents. I ended up meeting them for the first time the morning of the surgery, and I think all they knew was my name and that I lived in Philly before Foxy got called back for the operation. To make matters “worse,” the last thing Foxy apparently said to his mom before going into surgery was that his dad and I ran away together, since we both went to get some (awkward) lunch without her. Something about trading her in for a younger model. You can imagine how not. funny. that was in the moment!

So thus began the most awkward 5 hours of my life. Sitting in a waiting room with Foxy’s parents, unsure of what to say (I get really shy), not knowing when he’d be out.

And here’s the kicker: the second time I met them? Was when Foxy had to get hernia surgery three months later. That was an adventure, especially since the poor guy couldn’t move for days and needed help just sitting up and walking to the bathroom.

Fortunately, we ended the hospital rendezvous’ after that and now have a pretty amusing story. I actually get along super well the FILs and love them like my own now!

Do you have any funny/interesting/different how-I-met-my-in-laws stories? Do tell!