I have a slip that I wear under skirts that are kind of sheer, like the currently-favored broomstick-hippie-flowy skirts. And, in fact, both the slip and the skirt are in my suitcase in the other room.
And here I sit, posting from Vermont, where it is very very pretty and very very hot. My Dad isn't driving me *too* crazy yet, though he keeps telling me how to drive, yet he refuses to drive. He's very good-natured, though, and when I give him a dirty look for telling me not to drive in the left lane, he just chuckles and says, "I know, if I don't like it, I can drive."
Insisting that we get a hotel suite instead of a room is the best decision I've made in a long time. Hello, healthy boundaries!
We flew in yesterday, Wednesday, otherwise known as New Comics Day. I need my comics. I'm twitching like a junkie.
My bro and almost-SiL look GREAT. I am so thrilled to see them. I also got to see his restaurant, finally, and it's supah-dupah cool, which Trudy, Nora, and Tom can attest to. We're having dinner there tonight. Can't wait.
And now Dad and I are killing time before dinner, since he doesn't want to go do any sightseeing. Good thing I brought a book.
And here's one photo of my bro to entertain you: [link]