Tomorrow afternoon we're heading up to Pittsburgh. I'd like to leave earlier, but there's that whole "school" thing for Sweet Daughter. Oh well. Plans include the Gunnie Prom, and yes! My face is breaking out! And in case you're wondering, I'll be the one wearing the werewolf shoes and the kindergartener. Unless she's hanging out with Breda, that is. Sweet Daughter thinks she's the best thing since chocolate. A gun chick that works as a librarian AND has cats -- in her world, it doesn't get any cooler than that.
'You know in the bell curve of bad-assness you are on the far edge. Maybe not as far as female helicopter door gunners but you are closer to her that to the soccer moms...' - someone who wishes to remain anonymous