Where's That Fat Lady When You Need Her?

That's what I keep asking myself. I'm waiting for the fat lady to sing! It ain't over until then, right? I really don't think my nerves could handle watching the election coverage on TV. I think, within an hour, I'd be screaming obscenities at the screen.

A strange thing happened today. This morning when I woke up and checked this blog, the embedded comment form wasn't working. It wouldn't show the options to choose which way you want to sign the comment. The frustrating thing is that you could spend the time typing in your comment, press submit and not a thing would happen. Has anyone else had that problem?

I visited a 4th grade class today. It had been a long time since I walked through the doors of an elementary school, and it surprised me again how low the drinking fountains were hung on the wall. But, kids grow fast. There were 6th graders taller than I am. What a jump in two years! What in the world is in the drinking water?

I asked the 4th graders, "Why do we vote?" One boy said, "We vote when we get sick of our leader."

Ah-yup, that works for me. I wonder if we can vote again tomorrow.


  1. I'd love to vote again tomorrow.

    Providing a viable candidate that wasn't a Republican or Democrat was on the ballot, of course.

    Yeah, I'm about sick of the nonsense from both parties.

  2. Yep. Plug those machines back in!