There is a reason I have a small shrine to this man in my cubicle.

I love ornaments to a degree that frightens the Spacehusband. My mother is even worse. I am shocked and appalled that I do not receive this catalog and am immediately going to their web site to sign up for it.

@morninggloria: I got one like that except the memo was, "last one til you stop smoking".

@Kilotwat: Yeah like the Chicago Tribune which right now is All Obama, All the Time.

This and baby Mangino are basically illustrating the ENTIRE POINT of having children.

@Clare: But was it a gay car accident?

And yes, Spongebob is terrifying.

Another difference. Pit bulls can be trained to behave in public.

The genre he worked in seems to kind of ask for this treatment. Not that it's right but what's going to look better on screen, an actress pretending to be on the edge of mental collapse or one who is really there?

@morninggloria: Hahah, Je sui un Canadienne (sp?) is pretty much the only phrase I know in French. I a hope I won't have to bust it out any more.

I am totally getting on board with this. My next spacechild will be named Puppies for Everyone.

@TaraIncognita: Pshht! What Ali needs is a go round in my 1984 2-door Caprice Classic. Rear Wheel Drive, baby.

@insomniacmeg: But! There are no more Republican Representatives in all of New England! Huzzah!

During the speech when Obama mentioned the puppy, I started jumping around yelling (and this is an exact quote), "Yaaaaay puppies! Puppies for everyone!".

@dj_chick: I have one too. Fortunately he's kind of runty and only about 65 lbs but still, my non-Heads of State friends can barely take the ass whuppings they receive nearly every time they come over.

@ItsCurtainsForYou: BUT! Did she dig the long ball?

I think it's pretty well acknowledged that the whole Abner Doubleday stuff is crappity crap. But we like stories like that here.

@stacyinbean voted the shit out of Obama this morning!: If I get up to pee one more time my boss is going to start think there's something wrong with me.

Guyyyyyyyz, I am getting so antsy-pantsy right now. I feel like I need to have a drink, smoke a cigarette and eat an ice cream cone ALL AT ONCE.

Uh, not at all. I refuse to talk politics with my dad because it is angry making and the last time my mom voted it was in an election for city council and she was essentially voting against our former dentist for whom she has a passionate hate and not for anyone in particular.