I'm still a little high on Obama's acceptance speech as the Democratic candidate last night, and I'm looking forward to casting my vote November 4. I want to get involved this time - I have some extra hours here and there to make phone calls, whatever he needs. Like many people, I'm surprised by John McCain's choice for VP. I suppose since I'm a woman I'm supposed to want to vote for her, especially since she kept a special-needs child and all. You know what? So what. I would have kept it too, and that doesn't make me eligible for the presidency. I think McCain is grasping, so let him grasp. Plus, she's more right-wing than McCain and she hunts: yuck!
As an aside, have you ever noticed how the bad guys in movies are always blonde (i.e. all 007 movies and the Karate Kid)? That pisses me off. Sam is the sweetest and I hope he gets cast as the lead.
Sam is listening to "This is the sound the rooster makes...." (etc.) behind me. I wonder why I spend so little time writing these days.
I gossiped with Matt's mom today ... we love to laugh at certain things. She's funny, I like her a lot. Matt is like his mom.
She and I are going to venture out and see Hemingway's grave in Ketchum, Idaho while we're there. I want to see all of the historical spots, ski a bit, sit by warm fires. I'm really looking forward to it, and suspect that I won't want to leave.
Matt is a cuddler and I am not. This problem reoccurs nightly as I'm saying, "Get off," and he's moving in for the kill. Last night he was hugging me (I think I was actually about to suffocate), and I tried to move his leg. He said, "Don't try anything stupid." I laughed so hard that the suffocation ceased, and I let him linger a few more minutes. I love to cuddle while watching a movie (Ok, I'm sort of lying; even then, I don't really like it), but certainly not when I'm trying to fall asleep. It's hot. It's late. Get off of me. Period.
With that, goodnight.
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