In San Gimignano, I visited the Torture Museum and the Death Penalty Museum, and the whole time, I wished I had Buffistas in general (and Jilli in particular) with me.

Awww, I feel loved! And oh goodness, the food sounds spectacular.

Fluids, Aims. Lots of fluids.

Good news, erin_o.

Much ~ma for your mom, Maria.

Validation!

For the last time, they are not "assless chaps." All chaps are inherently assless, so saying "assless chaps" is as redundant as saying "fingerless mittens." If you see some guy with a pasty, hairy, tush waddling around in a pair, just say "Ew!" and point. That's what the gays do.

From A Straight Person's Guide to Gay Pride

Healing~ma for your mom.

Took Darb over to the Green Music Fest as an experiment. Mixed success. She did pretty good, only got anxious once or twice. There was no music - must have hit an off time - and not much fest, which is understandable because Pride is still going on. I may go back over later without her, only partly because of some (recycled rubber, hand tooled leather - Green!) sandals I should in no way be considering buying.

On the plus side, a lot less in the way of white-boy dreads than I was bracing myself for. And I saw my upstairs neighbor, who was manning a booth for an independent radio project.

For the last time, they are not "assless chaps."

If they had asses, they would be pants.

Validation!

For the last time, they are not "assless chaps." All chaps are inherently assless, so saying "assless chaps" is as redundant as saying "fingerless mittens." If you see some guy with a pasty, hairy, tush waddling around in a pair, just say "Ew!" and point. That's what the gays do.

I swear I'm on BRQG on the subject of chaps!

I think I've seen that one. Something like 'they should call them chaps + ass'?

It really chaps his ass that people call them assless chaps.

Much mother~ma, Maria.