If you’ve noticed I haven’t been commenting all over the internet like my usual blog-whore self, the reason is a headache that simply will not go away.
Much like my gnats.
By the way, I have decided that having skanky beer with dead gnats in it lying around is unacceptable. Apparently, I have a rather low tolerance for grossness.
Speaking of the RNC, I watched a little bit of the coverage yesterday. Please, dear God, don’t let that man get re-elected. Flood us if you must, but spare us that bullshit.
Which brings me to how incomparably cool my husband is. Michael has conceived of a plan to get me through the upcoming election with a minimal amount of fuss. He says he’s gonna drive me to the polling place to vote, then he’s gonna take me out and get me so toasted that I pass out before the results come in. I’m an idealist, but not always an optimist. Michael knows this, and he’s there for me. With booze. Mind-numbing booze. Adoration is too small a word for what I feel for that man.
Well, it’s been nice chatting with you today. But, the throbbing in my head is signaling that it’s time for me to depart. I have a date with a lavender-scented heat mask. Peace out.