You know it’s truuuuuue. We turned Virginia bluuuue.
(Must give credit for that charming little couplet to my old pal Libby from my days as a reporterette at a local rag.)
Oh man, it’s delicious! And the Old Dominion electing a second Democratic senator: icing. Haven’t actually done a cartwheel yet. Too exhausted from staying up all night crying tears of joy. And fighting with the old man. He was all hot under the collar because BO said we could “perfect our union”. Doesn’t take too kindly to anyone trying to one-up the founding fathers…
Don’t know if I’m gonna be able to contain myself when Barack winds up meeting Carla. Is it legal to have that much cool in one room?
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