It's been several days now that we can't talk about the US election here at Chez Creampuff. We're both complete basket cases. I've been having weird election dreams for weeks:
- I dreamed that McCain was my grandpa and that I had to talk him down from calling the cops on some dog who'd crapped on his lawn.
- I dreamed that Tina Fey gave me a lap dance as Sarah Palin (I was wearing a moose costume and the padded gloves made it real hard to get a grip on ol' Tina and I was REALLY FRUSTRATED).
- I dreamed that Obama had a Bob Roberts-style freak out on hidden camera and blew his chances at being president (I actually woke up screaming "your mike is still on!").
Emmy Lou, on the other hand, could care less. Quite frankly, she's tired of hearing about it. And for the love of Christ, will you queers shut the damn window already? I'm effing FREEZING! GAWD!!
Anyway, my lovely American friends - just wanted you to know that we share your feelings of BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG and that I got Katr drunk around 2:00 p.m. and that I totally thought that Kentucky was where Kansas is on the map and that this whole thing is a very humbling experience from a geographical knowledge perspective.