The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow. There'll be sun. Okay, that might be wishful thinking in Portland. Anyhow, that was the gayest blog intro I've ever done. What some of you don't know is that my femme side is a nelly, old queen. It is something that surfaced after years of hanging around all those beautiful gay boys :) Well, I've slightly distracted myself from my topic but I don't think the point of a rant is to be super linear. Tomorrow is election day and I'm so, so, so ready for it to be over. Koda may go into withdrawls from her political addiction but if I hear one more ad about Jeff Merkely or John McCain I'm buying a rifle and climbing the clock tower. You've been forewarned :) My buddy Jodi, who's a union rep, probably hasn't slept since MTV first went on the air. Most of us have election fatigue and I just want to sweep W and his Lego collection out of the White House and let an intelligent, competent man into the Oval office--no, I'm not referring to the cranky septuagenarian dinosaur.  I meant the classy, articulate rock star otherwise known as Obama. I suppose the only thing I'll really miss are the hilarious Sarah Palin skits by the oh-so-hot Tina Fey. (I don't know what that is...Katie, I'd like to use a life line.) I'm a bit of a skeptic after two stolen elections, though so until Obama's sworn in and Karl Rove is restrained to a chair, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm praying hard and if necessary, I may have to sacrifice a chicken but, hopefully tomorrow I can join hands with an orphan with a red afro and sing "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow....