Off To A Great Start

The VP and I hosted the annual neighborhood New Year's Eve party last night. I'd say it was a success. The only one who threw up was the dog.

Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off

I generally eschew the use of internet/texting shorthand: OMG!....IMHO...WTF?...etc. It doesn't bother me to read it, but I have trouble using it myself because it makes me feel like a sixteen year old girl trying to be snappy. But if anything has ever called for a ROTFLMAO, it is this:

Obama Campaign Workers Angry Over Unpaid Wages

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me get this straight: they got paid...they just didn't get as much as they were told to expect.

I'd advise them to get used to it, but I'm skeptical that they will be motivated to do any sort of work to collect a paycheck after this.

Life Is Still Good

I just got back from voting. I walked home from our polling station as it is a beautiful fall morning. Sunny and nearly 50 degrees. As I crossed a ravine, the iPod kicked in with the theme to Masterpiece Theater. The sun filtered through the pines and the birch on each side of the road. It was one of those "I wish I could freeze this moment" moments; perhaps to pull it out in a couple of months when the world is cold and bleak. (Whether from the temperature or the political climate...it matters not.)

As one who always tries to find a silver lining in bad situations, I'm still working on seeing the bright side of a McCain loss. I have read some suggestions that four years of Obama will ensure a Republican landslide in 2012. If you think in terms of prison sentences, four years doesn't seem so long, but still...

If you're a liberal, however, I have a silver lining for you should McCain win: Canada still has large swaths of open land and a nationalized health care system.

You're welcome.

Fall Humor

Someone Loves His Job

I started laughing aloud in the deoderant aisle at Target yesterday. I was looking at the selection of gels and solids for men because, as posted earlier, my fourth-grader has determined he has surpassed the sweat tolerance threshold and needs it.

I was looking at Old Spice deoderant and saw that available scents include:

Swagger
After Hours
Showtime

I'd love to know how sales are going on those items. Honestly, if you saw Old Spice Swagger in a friend's bathroom, would you ever quit teasing him? Never. You can almost hear the low-budget porn music in the background as you lift the cap. chick a bow bow

If sales dwindle, perhaps they can come out with a woman's line. Might I suggest naming the scent Strut...or maybe Baby's Mama?

Curious

I wonder if those same houses that police raided right before the RNC...the ones with the buckets of urine...STILL have buckets of urine? (Start with Mitch if you don't know about this.)

After all, those raids were the epitome of freedom-trampling, police state maneuvers, no? Defenders of the urine-hoarders claim that all the items police recovered were things normally found in any home. So an unannounced visit to the grounds should find five gallon pails of pee sporadically stored in various rooms, right? Don't all the best hosts have a white, plastic chamber pot in the guest room?

And I think the guys at Nihilist need to work up a list: Top 11 Reasons Why EVERYONE Should Save Their Urine. Here...I'll start them out:

11. You can kill the rest of the grass that the dog missed and have a uniformly brown lawn.

Oh here

I found something to post. I can't remember who sent it to me, but I like it.