As the new breadwinner of the family, I was accused last night of becoming a bossy-boots. I think the more accurate term is bossy-slingbacks. It's summer, after all. In winter I'll be the bossy-boots.I shall have to be careful not to abuse my new position of power. At least it's not absolute power, so I won't be corrupted absolutely.
This is the last day of captivity, so to speak, for MCR. Then a merry little Gay Day brunch tomorrow before heading off to the quaint parade here in Santa Fe. All 8 1/2 minutes of it. I say this with true affection, especially when I remember those Gay Days of yore being packed into the streetcar like sardines to go downtown for the massive, raucous parades that were exciting but also rather overwhelming for the little suburban family from Forest Hill. Maybe I'll wear my slingbacks.
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