But noone will let me.  Could it be because I like to do my whining in a Jewish-Texan accent?  Is that why no one takes it seriously?

Or maybe it's the sarcasm.

Or the shoes.

Or the fact that I keep most of the kvetching in my head.

Oy vey, y'all. 

"I just watched the first female speaker of the house slam the gavel on the process that nominated the first black candidate for president from either party and it was made possible by the first serious female candidate  Mrs. 18 million cracks herself.  I am damn proud of my party!"

by lockewasright on Wed Aug 27, 2008 at 03:54:14 PM PDT

It occurs to me, as I sit here eating tacos somewhere in Indiana, that I am tired.

So on the plus side I'm racking up the frequent flyer miles.

Experience the journey.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/24795269@N08/sets/72157604130183948/

Sometimes I think I'm making lame excuses when I say I'm busy.  Then I stop and look at my calendar:

April 25

9-3, supervise field trip to Lansing
6-8:30  Mom & Son beach party night @ the elementary school gym
6-?  WC party.

And why is it we always discover these things on the day when the kid's backpack contains a note reading:

Thanks so much for ( Read more... )

Especially in juxtaposition.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FvyGydc8no&eurl=http://www.politico.com/blogs/bensmith/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fZHou18Cdk&feature=related

What a nice evening.    I needed that.

Oh, and lest anyone forget:  You still extremely sexy as before.

sigh 

 I hate papier mache'.