Hey, Joe

First off, I just have to say that I find the glitches in one of the final five cylon models appalling. The Tigh/McCain model's propensity to excessive blinking and twitching jaw is rather distracting to say the least. You'd think they'd have gotten those kinks worked out by now.

Then I just have to say my piece about ol' Joe the Plumber. As you may well know (or not depending on who you are), my own husband is a plumber. Or as some lovingly refer to him; a turd herder. And I heartily enjoyed that dastardly cylon congratulating ol' Joe on being rich. I literally laughed out loud at the tone of sarcasm when I heard him declare, "Hey, Joe, congratulations- you're rich!" And when I think about ol' Joe earning more than $200,000 a year, I want to scream, "Hell, yes! You ARE rich, Joe! Congratu-frackin-lations!" I would gladly pay higher taxes for my hard working hubby to be making that kind of money! Are you fracking kidding me, John?!

Scott and I are really enjoying the feeling that we are starting to get excited at the prospect of having Obama as the next president. This debate really brought that feeling to the forefront. I think I'm just as excited about hopefully voting for the winner for once! This will be the third presidential election that I have been of age to vote in, and so far, I've been on the losing team. Things are looking up, though!

I could go on, but that would be taking this milktoast blog to a level that I don't think I'm ready for. So for now, I'll just say, "Woo hoo! That was the debate I was waiting for!"