Patsy
So Mom and I had a big chat this weekend. Of the "Mom, I-like-girls" persuasion. She handled it really well, but it's hard to judge. I, however, get a big D- for once again being a frickin' pussy (no pun intended) about it and putting everything in hypothetical terms: "I like A girl, Mom;" "How do you feel about LESBIANS, Mom?" Karma is going to come back and bite me in the ass for it, I just know it. Or maybe it already is.
Countdown T-minus one day until Ingrid and the gang arrive in DC. I'm excited, I swear. No, really.