Being the slightly-nerdy-girl-about-town that I am, the Premier of my adopted state sent me an invitation requesting my presence at a community cabinet meeting. For some god unknown reason the event is invitation only (heaven forbid members of the community came to the community meeting!). You have to present your gilded invitation at the door to gain entry and that, dear reader, is where my dilemma lies. My invitation is addressed to Mr Brides of Christ. MR.
I'm a lady dammit! A MISS to be more exact.
I like to do lady things like pet kittens and frolic in the surf in my petticoats, it's going to be awfully confusing for all and sundry when I present my invitation as I obviously have girly parts (and if you don't know that refer to my very first posts where it will be abundantly clear I have a vagina).
So I did what all ladies do when their gender is questioned and emailed the premier telling her I'm a fucking girl even though I will be presenting a piece of paper on the night that says otherwise.
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