I was guessing she'd get a new Audi, so she wouldn't have to ask the UPD for any more rides, also, probably a soloflex.

Yeah, probably. Unless her daddy happens to be heavily invested in subprime mortgages. In which case she'll get a used Taurus.

In which case she'll get a used Taurus.

Hey, I drive a used Taurus. And it tells you something about the quality of cars that I'm used to where push button windows and an adjustable steering wheel strike me as the height of frivolous luxury. Never mind the power adjustable seat.

Timelies bitches! Sad to say, I had to just skip about 250 posts. My day yesterday was kinda like this:

Imagine if you will, a simpler time. Imagine you and the misses crossing the continent in a nice covered wagon. It's a shiny day. Sun is warm, but not too hot. The meadows are lush, but dry enough that the wheels are getting stuck in the mud. A couple poofy pretty clouds in the sky, enough so you can play "ooo that looks like a ..." game. What you didn't know is that downwind of you, creeping up the hillside in a stealthy way, are some natives, whose land you have inadvertanly invaded. Just as you say "wow, that cloud looks like a horses tail" a flurry of arrows come flying at you. Thankfully you know the secret password, and after a lot of shouting back and forth in languages nobody understands, the arrows stop, and you smoke a great peace pipe.

Yup, that was yesterday. Was supposed to be a calm day. Ended up needing 10 clones of myself. By the time I got home (11pm), I sat on the couch, turned on my recorded news, opened bitches to catch up, and proceeded to pass out.

So? What did I miss?

opened bitches to catch up

Whoa, with what, a carving knife? This is a side of you I didn't know about.

a fluoroscope machine! So much fun to play with.

Took Josie in for her two week check and had to leave her for an hour to get an enema. Poor kitty. I inadvertently lied when I told her on the way to the vet that it would be quick and she wouldn't have to get in a cage. Poor JoJokins.

Okay, I've napped a bit and then went and got some perscriptions that i need soon. And I stopped in the sleet and snow to go to the first garage sale this year.

My yesterday was hell, too. I got to work and the place was a madhouse. A hacker had gotten at a couple of dozen of the restaurants we provide software to and planted a batch file that would delete all our software and the site's databases, including sales and sales history. For extra measure, it deleted Windows files and initiated a shutdown command.

I was there 12 hours, then spent 90 minutes on the freeway in blinding snow, sleet and rain, through slush that was deep enough at times to hit the undercarriage of the Grand Am *between* the tires.

Oh, and lightning with thundersnow.

I used "y'all" in an email with some immediate family on the subject of holiday planning for later this year.

My father and my brother in law tried to tease me for poor usage in a display of almost flagrantly anti-southern bigotry (I'm sure it was not intentional, but I couldn't let the comments go unchallenged). On top of that, my dad's emails taking me to task for using "y'all" included a LOL and a freakin' smiley. And when I called him out for using LOL in an email lecturing me about language, he thought I needed it defined for me.

I am now aghast at my family, and have laid a grammar smackdown on my father.

Eh, it's usually a LOT harder to tell FTM trannies from bioguys than it is to tell MTF trannies from biogirls. Most of the guys I know who've been on T more than few months, and who've had chest surgery, you'd never know. A few, I can guess from experience (height is a big indicator), but even then...if they've got no tits and a full beard, how can you know? MTF's are usually more handicapped by the general height/size issue, as well as the getting-rid of hair, and the differing social expectations that make their interaction often seem awkward, as a female.

In my (much more limited) experience, this is totally true.

And when I called him out for using LOL in an email lecturing me about language, he thought I needed it defined for me.

Head would explode. Though I confess I do want to know how you used y'all. (Which I use all the time, having picked it up living in Georgia, and will never ever ever give up for any reason. Y'all take note.)

We were discussing our Christmas plans, and my dad and step-mom had asked if there were dates that were good or bad.

I replied that our only December plans were to spend Christmas with "y'all", so whenever was good for everyone else.