Okay. I watched some of the debates. Long enough to hear the "binders full of women" comment from Mitt. He is completely and utterly clueless, isn't he?
I have to admit I lost interest after about an hour. Okay, I lost interest way before an hour was up. Then the TV I was watching the debates on started popping. Pop, pop, pop. Mr. Moon was watching a baseball game (I think) on the main TV and then Jessie came home and then I went to bed.
Let's face it- Obama could stand up there and say that he was indeed born in Africa and that his father was Idi Amin and I'd still vote for him. Did I already say that before? I can't remember. But it's true.
I seriously do not know what Mitt Romney's planet of birth is. It's not the one I live on. Maybe it's some Mormon planet. They have their own, you know. Planets, that is.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so mean about the Mormons. They're really no stranger than any other religion. I wonder if religious people have any idea how annoying and insulting it is to us nonbelievers to have every damn political thing end with the words, "And God bless America!" which completely disrepects those of us who think that's the most trite, ridiculous thing to say in whole world. Well, that and "Have a blessed day!"or "Smile! Jesus loves you!" or "White people are superior!"
Okay. Got off track there for a moment but honestly.
I lay in bed last night thinking about what a mean and bitter person I am. I didn't get nearly enough sleep which is a recipe for disaster for me. I knew I had to get up at six to tell Jessie good-bye and so I woke up at four, of course, and lay there mostly thinking about what a mean, bitter loser I am and how I have no right to criticize anyone because I AM such a mean, bitter loser and how I'm just like my mother as to bitterness and now Jessie's on the road and the boys are coming out in awhile and it's overcast and I should be whipping up some more muffins for Owen but I'm out of oat bran and I need to take the garbage.
Okay. I took the garbage. I have on a bright mulberry colored shirt. I am going to go wash the dishes and finish the laundry and soon my boys will be here and I just heard that someone whom I AM NOT GOING TO NAME (and no, you do not know this person) said something very negative about me in the RELIGIOUS CONTEXT and I feel even meaner and bitterer.
I shouldn't have even said that. But I did because it's sort of funny seeing as how I just wrote what I wrote about religion.
And so it goes some days. The sun is not shining and yet, it's not raining and I am a mean, bitter loser and I have overdue library books and I'm out of oat bran. I hope Owen loves me anyway.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon