In Florida. Unbelievable drive. It would make a good short story. Anyway.
As we were dropping him off, K excitedly told his daddy that he'd gotten his first dress the other day. Dad remained neutral, and that's not bad, considering the highly gendered world.
So tomorrow is preop. The person running the B&B type place where we're staying showed us zir scars - not bad at all, and ze is 55. I'm optimistic. Truly!
This used to be my homeschooling blog. It used to be called "Our Lady of Perpetual Motion", which was the name I'd put down on forms that required a school name. This isn't anything in particular any more. If I make a really amazing brussels sprouts dish, it's going here. If I want to talk about prosthetic dicks, it's going here. If I want to talk about the politics of dancing, it's going here.
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