There is one thing I'm even more tired of dealing with than my wisdom teeth. Wanna' guess what it is? Drum roll please.....
The freaking election.
If I never have to hear the words Key State, Obama, McCain, Sara Palin, Biden, Joe the Plumber, Blue State, Red State, Leading in the Polls, Change, Health Care Plan, New Taxes, No New Taxes, Early Voting, GOP, I am not President Bush, Bailout, or Campaigning again, it will be too soon. I feel this way every four years or so. My Husband's obsession with CNN isn't helping. I told him he needs to go spend the day watching the news with his Uncle E & leave me in peace.
In other news, Husband is practicing to be a grade school cheer leader. At least that's how he sounds. He's walking around the house randomly chanting the cheers BabyGirl's been plaguing us with for the past 4 days. It's one thing to hear five 7 & 8 year old chant "Hey Warriors! Hey What? Hey Warriors! Hey What? Shake your booty! No Way! Shake Your Booty! OK! Jump! Shake your booty! Jump, jump! Shake your booty!" It's an entirely different story when it's a 34 year old man.
I'm off to either clean my house (yeah, maybe not), play blocks with Bitsy (much more likely), or read some more of The Bondwoman's Narrative. Oh, and I guess since it's Monday again (and I forgot last week) it's time for Ask FarmWife Day. Ask away!