So It's Like This

*Cue justification for excessive absence*

Alright. I work 49 hours a week, not counting travel time (another 4.5 hours), and bring two five year old boys home with me at the end of every day. As I just mentioned to Me a Mom, the three waking hours I have to myself after the boys are asleep are my opportunity to feed my insatiable, all-consuming political obsession via MSNBC, where I devour every news story, TV clip, First Read, and (be still my heart) Keith Olbermann episode. That way, when I talk smack about the Increasingly Desperate and Two Weeks to Go McPalin antics, I'm at least able to base it on legitimate facts reported by professional journalists. That, and because my levels of seratonin and dopamine soar when I see Obama 10 points ahead in the polls.

To state what is now the obvious, I'm not one who believes in being subtle about one's political passions. I am a believer in saying what you think and standing up for it. I'm a believer in email forwards, yard signs, bumper stickers, T-shirts, buttons, campaign donations, high-fives with strangers, tattoos across foreheads, whatever gets you out there -- especially with a person like Barack Obama in the running.

Am I going so far as to take the day off on November 5th, for reasons including but not limited to:

1. On election night, I'm not sleeping until the NBC news team sleeps?
2. I'll be unable to pry this laptop off my legs as it will have melded to my pants from being in constant use for the previous 14 hours?
3. It's quite possible I may be hung over from a) celebrating the most significant political victory in my lifetime,
or b) feebly attempting to numb the pain from stabbing myself in the eyes upon the sight of too much red on the electoral map?
4. Even if I can detach the laptop from my pants, I may be unable to walk due to my legs being sore from dancing in the streets?

ABSOLUTELY.

So it's like that.

Again... lack of posts not equal to lack of material. My camera is full of pictures pertaining to little stories I have to tell you, starting with two sweet boys (who happen to share my good taste in presidential candidates) turning five years old. Until then, take a look at them showing off one of their favorite gifts...

Thank You, Ra-Ra and Previously But Thankfully No Longer Undecided Uncle Ted