Well, I finally did it! I flew on a plane! I put on my pink mini-skirt and respectable heels and a t-shirt and went to the airport. I figured, if I was going to fly as a girl, I might as well look unmistakably as one, so I ditched my original plan to wear my jeans, sexy as they are, and went with the skirt.

Well, it was a complete non-event. I don’t know how many people can tell what I am just by looking at me, but the security people had my passport after all, and nevertheless, it was business as usual.

When we got off the plane, I rented a car and again nothing… not the slightest bit fazed by my driver’s license, not the slightest look of surprise or interest. I was looking carefully for any even slight sign.

Goll’ darn gone ‘n’ done it! (Shania Twain fans will know that line.) Yay!

Now, with my sexy convertible and my luggage in the trunk, we’re going straight to the mall to do some more shopping!