What’s gonna happen when its over? When the drone of the endless pundit news programs (though, Rachel Maddow, you are the exception, with no apparent drone) quiets, when Sarah Palin’s hyjinx dissolve and John McCain’s whiney protesteth too much panicked roll of the eyes and sideways glances go the way of so many other losing presidential tickets… can you guess who I’m gonna vote for tomorrow? Holy crap, please vote if you are gonna vote for Obama/Biden. Please. And if you just can’t decide or are really into McCain and Palin, then don’t vote. Get shitfaced drunk tonight and sleep through tomorrow and forget about that silly ol’ presidential election. Because Palin ’09 is just a little bit much for me to get my tired and cranky, potty training, butt wiping, endless meal making and cleaning mama of twins brain around — EVER.
I had a horrible nightmare Obama did not win this election two nights ago. And the only thing I could do in that dream was weep. Weep like I just lost everyone I ever loved. I cried and cried. Please don’t make me cry, America, I’m a mom.