There is no overlying theme of this blog post, really. Just things I need to blather on about, as I sit here engorging on my salad and informing my family about how yummy the sprouts are in it, which I realize is just more proof I’m becoming a California hippy.
What do Mitt Romney, President Obama, the fact that you voted, and my neighbor’s teenage son all have in common?
That’s right: this lady doesn’t give a fuck. Let’s cut to the chase: Mitt Romney I read this morning that Mitt Romney said he didn’t know if the voters always make the right choice, and that he couldn’t guarantee they would in this election, but he hopes they do. Way