I was frothing. How dare McCain compare that barbie doll of a running mate of his (to quote someone near and dear) to a statesman and skilled politician like Hillary Clinton (who has her own issues, but one of them is not stupidity) and how dare he try to capitalize on Clinton's name and hard work, and how dare he push me to vote for someone because of my gender?
I'm a little better tonight. I was really, really angry last night.
I'm signed up to canvass for Obama on Tuesday (well, if they ever call me back... I signed up for 9 and noon). If I hadn't already signed up, that flyer certainly would have convinced me to put my ass where my bitching is. I should have done it before.
Last night, we gave out candy - I'd guess we ended up with 15 or so kids, which is about normal and always makes me sad, that it's not more - and ate homemade pizza and crashed out early. Jeff was up and awake at 6:30, and I was awake enough to think "Wow, I feel pretty rested" before I passed back out until 8. I suppose I needed the sleep. :)
Today entailed the farmer's market (where, to my pleasant surprise, we had a $12 credit with our chicken farmer - which I find hard to believe, considering the pile of chicken in our chest freezer - which meant that I got a pound of amazing looking breakfast sausage and 2 gorgeous thick cut huge pork chops for like $1.50) and the library, and Taco Bell for lunch, and way way too long in Lowes, discussing parts for bedframes and desks (zoooom Jeff's mom gets here Friday how the HELL did that happen?) We did some desk building, we reheated Juan Pedro Pie for dinner, we've had a little whiskey and Dr. Pepper. It's not been a bad Saturday.