Then today's Get Fuzzy strip is... like... if I'm not Bucky, then I am totally that Shih Tzu with a chemical imbalance. Fluffy, short, yappy, and bitchy. What can I say? I'm not proud. And both my father and Lew find this amusing. Don't you hate it when they gang up on you?
And I reallyreallyreally wanted to tell the Salvation Army girl that I was really a man, and I would have if I hadn't been with Lew. I think he would have done what Amy used to do, though, which was hit me with the nearest object and hiss "Stephanie!!!" Not that I make a habit of telling Salvation Army girls that I'm really a man (in a skirt); this was a special situation.
Also, Michael J. Fox's character on Family Ties = my future husband. Republican, anal, economics major, logical, self-centered, attractive, non-PC, and in one episode he ran in singing "Love is a many splendored thing," his father picked up when he trailed off, and then he exclaimed, "Kiss me, dad!" Yes, please... marry me, Alex, and we can have short babies. Or marry the Soviet chess player Ivan and have mad, passionate, geeky sex.