In.

This commercial cracks me up. I can rewatch it over and over again. Each time, at the very end on the customer's last fight for "in" and gestures it with her hands, I just crack up. Watch her face. Classic.



So, now that I'm hungover from drinking it up last night in Salt Lake, I get to continue my pilgrimage to Phoenix.

And can I say, I am now officially nervous. I don't know if it's the fact that everyone keeps asking me if I'm nervous or its truly nerves that got me. Maybe I'm more anxious confused as nervous?

I cannot wait to get this on. I'm excited to see how my mom will take Cowboy. Will she love him just as much? Every time I speak of him; she coos and aws over how romantic, nice, genuine and special he seems.

I just hope it translates.

I've never been this excited for any other boy to meet the mom. And now that I think it over, I'm sorry I put her through those charades. Very sorry.

I feel that meeting the families is a very big deal. Allowing someone this access is paramount. It's inviting someone into your world that existed before he came into it and will exist after he is gone, if it should come down to that. It's very intimate. They get to see the real you, raw. They get to see the embarrassing family photos hung on the wall. They get to see your family dynamic.

You're letting them into all of that. In.

I cannot imagine how I, in the past, let anyone in. How I let others see that and get to know it. It's not really regret because I could argue, that without that I may not be where I am now. My argument today is that I cannot see myself letting this in be so casual anymore. I want it to mean something.

Being in, should be taken seriously. Letting in to all of my past and his past, should be significant. I just wish I wasn't entering it with the world's worst hangover right now.