Well, I'm cleaned up and made up and dressed up. I like my outfit, I'm comfortable in it, if Mom pitches a fit when I get to her house I'll just leave. I thought the whole thing was supposed to be the parents were an embarrasment to their kids, not the other way around. Oh well. I'll drive off that bridge when I come to it.

I was trying to cheer myself up a little while ago by going through the Quote Garden and found this: "I don't have to participate in every argument I'm invited to." It seemed to help.

And anyway I can always go sit in the corner with Mark D.