I dreamt that my sons--who, you may recall, are 6 and 4--stole our car and went joyriding, then hit a deer, and fled on foot.
Most notable was the fact that, upon being informed of this (in the dream) LSW and I merely shrugged as if this were nothing new, and went back about our business with an "oh well, they'll turn up" attitude.
Aside from the admittedly amusing vision of the two jackals at the wheel of my Subaru, I think this reveals a lot about how I subconsciously view my children: conniving thieves who exploit the power in their number to do as they please, when they please. And I am helpless to stop them.
Wait. That doesn't sound like a dream at all. That sounds uncomfortably like real life.
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With baited breath, we sat up late hoping the good folks of Indiana would complete a shocking Obama come-from-behind win and pound the final stake through the Clinton's cold, calculating hearts.
Alas, it was not to be. At least, not yet.
Alas, it was not to be. At least, not yet.
It was interesting watching the immediate post-mortems after Mrs. Clinton's speech to her supporters, in which the MSNBC pundits practically swooned in their attempts to call it a valedictory, and claim she was reaching out to bridge the gap with Obama and start the "healing process."
I saw the same speech, with my own eyes and ears, and saw none of that.
Apparently, Rachel Maddow and I stand alone on this point. She was the only dissenting voice on the panel (predicting "more scorched earth politics"), and while her colleagues were coldly dismissive of her opinion, I thought she was right on.
Vampires are hard to kill. And Hillary is one big, mean vampire. Our garlic necklaces aren't working. She ain't going down until we bring out the torches and good sharp sticks.
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On a note loosely related to both of the above, gas prices here jumped 14 cents per gallon overnight.
Maybe I want to ENCOURAGE the jackals to run off with the Subaru. If they total it, I can spend the insurance money on a hybrid. Oh, and to pay their bail.
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I can't interpret dreams, but I can edit.
And it's bated breath. Not baited breath.
Unless you are baiting it with garlic. To catch vampires, you know.
I always wanted a parent who would bail me out. Mum told me straight to my face that if I ever got arrested, she was the last person on Earth I would ever want to call as she would let my ass rot for at least a night.
Of course, because of this, I never got caught.
First, I like the new look. Haven't been around in a while due to dodgy Australian infrastructure.
I'm convinced that the Democratic party is going to implode. Only they could snatch defeat from the jaws of victory in THIS election.
Oh, and I have regular dreams about my 8 month old boy committing various antisocial offences. Usually followed by him waking me up screaming at some ungodly hour of the 4 am. Aren't kids great.
I'm pirating bandwidth, but will be back to read more soon.
LOL...when you call the boys "the two jackals", it just cracks me up. Jackal is a word that is quite evocative of the havoc that is two little boys, isn't it? I should know, I have mini-monkeys myself!
I don't hate Hill as much as you do, but I do think we Democrats need to shit or get off the pot, and Hill is NEVER going to beat McCain. The End.
Also? I find it strangely endearing that you misspell on the occasion. Its always seemed to me a real rip-off, that GD Noah Webster going and taking all the fun out of creative spelling. Who could do now what Shakespeare did in his time - coin so many new words? Standardized spelling takes all the joy out of it.
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