This has been a day. Let me start with that. Some parts have been good, and some have been pretty hard to take.
(First, for you in the know: The Saga of the $358 Triple Latte has not yet reached its conclusion. Suffice to say that AFAIC the Westin Hotel chain now owes me a month at the resort of my choosing. See
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=531951&mesg_id=531951)
The best part of the day was the grocery shopping-in-reverse -- taking stuff to the local food/clothing bank. We were sad that we hadn't brought a toy, but the path into the food center took us through the toy center; that huge room, about half a gym, had three walls stacked about eight feet high with toys. So we didn't feel so bad.
After dropping off the groceries, we stopped for gas. The car in front of mine at the pumps bore a bumper sticker I hadn't seen yet:

I had several choice words for the owner of this vehicle, but I kept them to myself, which is probably why I'm so angry at this moment. I would have loved to walk up to the man, get as close to him as possible, and say quietly, "Sir, I pray to God Almighty that none of your children or grandchildren turns out to be gay."
Then we stopped at the Humane Society to drop off bags of cat food. I wanted to take them in but started crying as I drove up, thinking of all the cats & kittens in the cages waiting for homes. (I'm cursed: sometimes I can't control my empathy.) I knew it would be worse if I went in, so Kathy took the bags.
Driving home, I noticed that our neighbor who usually has 4-6 cars in the driveway/on the lawn now has 9. Nine cars/trucks. In the two-tenths of a mile between their house and ours, I wondered first, "How many cars does one household need?" then "what business is it of mine how many cars they have in their yard?" I'm more irritated by my attitude than I am by the view.
Finally, three Xmas cards came in the mail today. One from an old friend and her husband, addressed to me & Kathy. Another from my uncle & his wife, also addressed to me & Kathy. The third from my father & his wife, addressed only to me.
I accepted this without bitching for the last three Christmases because, even though my dad knew I'd married, he'd never met Kathy. She was an abstract that he refused to accept, even though I moved across the country to be with her. But he and his wife met her last summer, and seemed to like her. (It's impossible not to like Kathy anyway.)
So now that he has met my mate, it is patently unacceptable that he address this card only to me.
I feel like screaming. Between my own sperm donor and the fellow at the gas pumps, I feel like grabbing the lapels of every ignoramus in the country and shouting "I
AM married! What rational, logical, plain reason is there for YOUR requiring that one of us have a penis?!"
Maybe later in the thread I'll post what my father wrote me in the first Christmas card I got after I came out, about ten years ago. It wasn't pleasant.
Unfortunately, the only thing I can now say is AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
PS More good: Toby is curled up on the desk, sleeping like a only a warm & happy cat can, three of his paws claiming me by resting heavily on my left forearm.