This is something we can all celebrate.
I don't know what to say about Barack Obama being elected the 44th President of the United States that will not be entirely inadequate, to both my feelings and the moment.
I am pleased. The richies over here at the Wub aren't even all that mad; not to put too fine a point on it, they merely have their panties in a bunch. But they aren't being that pissy about it. Although they would be if they could hear my internal monologue about how me and my Socialist Black Friend are coming for their monies, HAAHAHHAAHAHHAAA.
That, BTW, was a joke. None of them have any monies right now.
My only observation of the day is of all the things we were wrong about in this whole process, this is the one that really makes me happy: Scary, militant, Michelle Obama, who made him go to the horrible church and said horrible things and was really going to drag him down turns out to be warm and loving and down-to-earth and a terrific Mom and everyone loves her and she is going to be a KICKASS First Lady.
Sweeeeeeeeeet!
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it is hard to hate on a woman who looks that fine in J. Crew :)
I do not have an email for you, but I wanted to share this conversation with you:
Background: Rachel, Marie and some friends went to the Pier at St Simons and were climbing on the trees.
Me: remember that one time, that weird kid, climbed all the way to the top and Sara had a conniption fit?
Marie: Yes...Sara's catch phrase whenever we did something bad was
"Stop that...Oh god... Lawsuit...lawsuit!"
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