This post has absolutely nothing to do with my girls (and I think this is the first time since I started my blog almost a year ago that I’m writing a such a post) – but it’s too good to keep to myself.
I was talking to my mom earlier this evening, and she told me that she received a letter today, addressed to my father, who is just about nine years dead. It wasn’t just any letter. It was a missive from Governor Sarah Palin, Republican Vice Presidential candidate, asking him for a donation to the McCain/Palin campaign.
I started to laugh. “Mom, I didn’t know dad was a registered Republican,” I said. Of course he wasn’t. We’re all about as liberal as they come, and I didn’t pull my values out of thin air. As this idiocy started to sink in, I started to laugh even more.
You know the McCain/Palin campaign is desperate when it seeks out donations from life-long Democrats, but for them to go begging for donations from long-dead Democrats gives me reason to hope that Obama might actually have this election in the bag.
The economy is tanking, the idea of Sarah Palin becoming Vice President of the United States is terrifying and we’re still mired in a war we never should have been fighting in the first place.
It’s a crazy world we live in these days, and my girls are blissfully ignorant of the turmoil. Chloe is aware of the upcoming election and knows I’m happily voting for Obama, and thinks John McCain is old. She also heard that Obama was going to raise taxes (probably from some misleading McCain commercial). Chloe doesn’t yet understand what taxes are.
With everything that’s going on, every day is like a rollercoaster. The news is filled with bad stuff. Recently, I’ve been waking up every morning, probably like lots of people, wondering what the day’s news cycle is going to bring. But Chloe and Sophie are my constants. They’re adorable and smiling, most of the time anyway, and make me laugh when I feel like hiding under the covers.
Sophie’s been down and out with a bad cold this week, but even that has an upside. She’s not particularly cuddly in good times, but when she’s under the weather we get to hug her and smooch her all we want. And get all her germs, too.
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