I admit, that last post didn't work out all that well. I had these two ideas that were sparring in my brain--a note to my kids about witnessing history, and a lame joke about Al Franken. Either would probably have worked out fine as its own post, but together the yeast sort of left the doughnut. Such is blopping. When you end up nudging 30 little birds out of your nest over the course of a month, you have to believe a few of them are gonna hit the ground.
One thing that has hit me over the last few hours is my disappointment over not watching the returns with Robert. I'm told he was rapt until his 10pm curfew, running percentages and exulting when states turned color. For this reason, I have struck a deal that the boys will be with me on Election Night 2012. Graph paper will be involved.
And hey! Looky here! Obama has only been president-elect for two days, and we've cured cancer! Is there nothing that man can't do?
