I was nervous going to bed last night since the last time I went to bed before an election was called I thought Al Gore was my president. I've never really gotten over that.
But I had to remind myself that nothing that bad could happen there: Clinton or Obama would be alright with me. Although could you imagine waking up to Huckabee as the Republican nomimation—a man who a guest on NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me pointed out probably does not believe in evolution, gravity, or photosynthesis? Gad.
In other election news, I was alarmed by Cindy McCain's hair. What an amazing shellaced creation that was. Was she worried the tornadoes in the south would make their way to Arizona? Cause she would have been fine if they had. Really, I know we Cindys should stick together (it's a tough name—always the fictional babysitter, little sister, or girlfriend, never the scientist, detective, or action star), but I cannot stand by her with that do.
And what's going on in this picture? I can imagine him saying "Alright, Cindy. That's enough now." I think she's just getting going.