I'm sorry, I know it's already been done to death and way better than I'm going to do it here, but I've been thinking about it all weekend so I just have to say it: it's a game, okay? Is it really worth going out of your way to make other people unhappy? And anyway, what is, really?
I took the eighties music quiz (and of course I've already forgotten where I saw it, sorry) and I didn't do so well, a 51. But considering my *ahem* age and rapidly disintegrating memory, not too bad. I sent the link to K at school and she got an 80 something. She says she was having an off day, and I believe it. The kid lives for eighties music.
Tommorow's election cannot end a moment too soon for me. Last night, between 7 and 7:30, I got four of those awful machine phone calls. You know: "Hel.lo. This. is. blah. blah. your. con.gress.man." And it was the real guy's voice, just recorded. So now I'm scared. There is too much junk mail and too many phone calls, and I am so glad this ends tomorrow. Really, the worst election -- campaign, that is -- ever.
The other night, Saturday, I think, I had the t.v. on (as usual) and a commercial came on that caught my ear. And then my eye. I turned around to look at it and saw that it was a commercial for
The Washlet
I didn't know whether to laugh out loud, turn red in the face, or rush right out and buy one.
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