I'm not feelin' it. I'm just not. Among all of the things that I do feel: fat, grumpy, a spot of soft flowing hair near my ankle that I've missed the last 6 times I've shaved my legs, I don't much feel like writing and I haven't felt very funny. I think I can safely (for the moment) blame it on the presidential campaign.
I've been riveted to the news every night and yet writhing in agony and frequently leave the room screaming or begging MDH to turn off the TV because of all of the ridiculous things I'm seeing and hearing.
My biggest pet peeve in human form at the moment is one Mr. Joe Wurzelbacher, real occupation unknown, who can't seem to keep his stupid trap shut on national TV and probably confirms my perception of what people in other states perception is of my home state of Ohio being filled to the brim with dim-witted mouth breathers. I'm beginning to wonder myself.
Anyhoo... Joe the Buttplug bugs me on several levels and he makes an entire state look bad.
Rant over. But I must say I saw the picture at the top of my post for the first time the other day and it's now my desktop background. It gives me a ripe fit of the giggles every time I look at it. What happened? Was the old man coughing up a hairball or suddenly struck with an urge to grab Obama's ass when he thought no one was looking? Either way, it gives me great joy to look at this photo so I thought maybe there's a chance that you haven't seen it and I would share. I'm a giver, that's me.
I've been so busy hanging on to every sliver of campaign coverage that I forgot to tell you: MDH and I went to Chicago this weekend. Yes we did. We met up with MDH's friend O'Pint, visiting from Ireland and his lovely girlfriend K. I had never met either of them before but have been hearing drinking stories about O'Pint for a very long time. K is a somewhat new and charming development and we find O'Pint to be a very lucky man.
We introduced them to wet Italian beef sandwiches, Chicago style hot dogs with pickles on poppy seed buns, and Old Style beer. Sunday night we took them to Second City and then out for beer (not Old Style) and ribs at the Twin Anchors. I don't even live any where near Chicago and I was showing it off, all proud like I owned the damn place.
MDH and I had some alone time on Saturday afternoon before R and K's flight arrived from Dublin so we hung around at the Art Institute, where we spent a good deal of our time enjoying a leisurely, wine-soaked lunch in the fancy restaurant (as opposed to the food court) and then walked around and for some reason I took a million pictures of chairs.
Here are some of the pictures of our visit - chairs included:
It took me a very long time to figure out the trick to embedding a Flickr slide show into my post - Patience! By the time it was done I found I had gone completely gray and grew a long white beard, so you'd better enjoy the damn thing.