best-case scenario from my subconscious

Good dream last night, over the top good. Mom took me out shopping for a really nice outfit, all white, something like a debutante's, brand new and on her. I'm a little fuzzy on what the occasion was, but Mom was planning to be there. She asked me if I wanted a top hat and I told her, "I would totally rock that." Strawberry Blond Sister was shopping with us and not giving me grief. There were brief negotiations with the hatter; I attribute that to getting estimates on my bathroom. The whole dream I chalk up to the Spain trip. I can't remember the last time I had such a ridiculously happy dream. Maybe I never have.

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Nibs gets bombed again today. She's been in a lot of pain and she's been sleeping even more than usual lately. This better help, not least because m'boy comes home tomorrow.

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Oh: you might have noticed that I've started friends-locking every trans-related post. That's because it may be only a matter of time before my son takes a peek at my journal.

Rep. Barney Frank says it better than I could.

Ganked from kerrizor.