Yep.  I cried.  The good kind of tears.

And I’ve never wanted to be back in Chicago as much as I did tonight.

He’s got a shit year, or two, or four ahead of him.  If he can’t wave a wand and make it all better, they’ll ravage him in 2012.  Possibly those who love him most right now are the ones who will feel most betrayed if he hasn’t fixed everything by January 21st.

He’s not a magic bullet.  He’s not going to save us all or anything.  But today he made me proud of my country.  He made me care enough to be part of the process for the first time. 

Today, at age 31, I voted for the first time in my life. 

I’m still crying a little bit. 

The good kind of tears.

Or should I say, HOWL-O-WEEN???

No.  No I should not.

I did this to the little bastards last year.  And yes:

A) I promised Jay I would only do it once.

B) I only did it because Edison was the perfect size to pull this off (he’s the same size as Orwell now) and it was too good an opportunity to miss.  And

C) Yes, that IS an actual and official “Bat-Belt” that I cut down to size for Orwell, not that you can really tell in the pictures.

This is what it’s come to, internet…Gone are the days of  blogging wine and roses (or at least cheap beer and humping and updating regularly).  I am now a blogger who posts pictures of her dogs wearing fucking clothes.

If this video game doesn’t come out soon, I’m gonna lose every scrap of comedy cred I ever had.  Granted, my comedy cred was never more than scraps to begin with, so at least I’ve got that going for me.

Anyway, Happy Devil Day.  Have a fun size Snickers bar for me, and don’t forget to vote on Tuesday.  For Obama.  Thanks.