Happy 91st Post!!

I didn't realize that yesterday was my ninetieth post until today. I really would have liked to celebrate.

I didn't finish my book yesterday. I did make up some menus for the kids, fix tacos for dinner, take Juliet to Ballet and Tap, read four books to the kids before bedtime and go to bed much later than I should have. I'm completely dragging ass today and I'm nervous about my class which I know I shouldn't be, but knowing I shouldn't be doesn't make it less so.

When I was in line at the school bookstore yesterday I heard someone say, "that's so gay," and I cringed. I can't stand that people use the word "gay" as a negative adjective. Unless they are saying that something is grotesquely happy, the word "gay" just shouldn't be used. I wanted to ask her, "You know there are people in the world who are actually gay, don't you?" It's like saying something is bad because it is like those people. That's really mean. That's like someone being christian and me saying that I would rather pluck my butt hairs than listen to Professor What's-his-nuts lecture because "his class is SO christian!" That wouldn't be fair would it? Fortunately we don't have christ-a-phobes who have to bash christians because deep down they fear that they might actually be one.

I want to print a bumper sticker that says, "I'M SO GAY!" Just to make people wonder if I'm putting myself down, coming out or just grotesquely happy.