Tomorrow we'll tailgate and attend the football game. I baked brownies and made macaroni salad last night to take with us. My pre-planning ended up sucking because the kitchen sink backed up big time and now I have piles of dirty dishes that it appears will have to be washed in the utility sink in the laundry room. Blech.
Before we leave I'll record the Presidential debate that may or may not take place depending on whether they:
A. Stay in Washington and, oh I don't know, do the jobs WE are fucking PAYING them to do.
B. Decide not to waste the millions of dollars WE have already spent securing the location for the debate and carry on.
Who me? Fed up with politics? Not at all, and I resent your thinking otherwise.