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Hi, all. Whole durned house is up early today.
Posted by: Scott P | February 01, 2008 at 08:24 AM
Morning. Have yourselves a good 'un.
Posted by: Ana | February 01, 2008 at 08:29 AM
Once again, the stinging voice of reality and reason...
Grim? Yes, but it's hard to be cheery when there's no upside regardless of which way one looks at it..
Think I'm going to have to play the wildcard and vote Obama...
Posted by: Jake | February 01, 2008 at 09:23 AM
I don't think he's going to be running for anything, Jake.
Posted by: gail | February 01, 2008 at 09:46 AM
Speaking of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Which I am. Did I ever tell you that I've decided to base my life on it? Yes! I am going to randomly burst into song about things like cleaning the toilet and walking the dog (Goin' walkin'!) and I'm going to wear tiny-waisted dresses and flouncy aprons practically EVERYWHERE! But I'm going to need a passle of highly acrobatic handsome homosexual dancers for all of the barn raisings I plan to attend. The choreography is a real hassle otherwise. Straight men just don't dance that way.
Cabin frigging Fever.
Posted by: Ana | February 01, 2008 at 04:17 PM
I'd like some tiny waisted dresses, but first I need a tiny waist.
Posted by: gail | February 01, 2008 at 10:05 PM