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.
OR
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.
7 comments:
Hearing, feeling, totally identifying with your pain. When will the people start taking this seriously?
We're in so deep it's hard to see that there's any way out.
Snirk. ;-)
I'll keep my opinion to myself for once.
I feel queasy. I hope the football game makes you feel better.
I totally feel your "fed up" pain. I asked husband the other day if we could just skip the next six weeks and have the election already. I'm sick of hearing about all of it. The world is collapsing anyway, haven't you heard? I feel sorry for whoever inherits this mess. Oh wait...that would be us. Sigh.
I was hoping the talking heads would not have their sniping contest, er... debate, but I cannot imagine them doing their current jobs...
Color me equally fed up.
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