P.S.

I am royally sick of hearing about the division of black and female voters.

I'm sorry, I know it's really nice for those crotchety commentators to break it down into something so rudimentary, but, let's be serious, is it really going to be a death match between my ovaries and the color of my skin?

I like how it has nothing to do with anything I think about the voting records and/or what is coming out of these people's mouths. I wish someone would just haul off and smack Tim Russert in the mouth the next time he says it. And, by someone, I do mean Ann Curry.

Today has the makings of a great day. I know, I know. It's too early in 2008 to have a day already up for contention as The Greatest Day of the Year.

I mean, not only are the Patriots about to stomp the Giants (with a Michigan quarterback, no less), but Tom Petty is playing the half-time show! And not only has it stopped raining (for the moment, at least), but I am about to run to a supposedly fantabulous used bookstore while I'm waiting for the game to start.

Holler, Sunday, February 2nd! Or, third, I mean.

Life in the corporate lane really is something different. Today feels like the Friday I've been waiting to arrive for the last month--except today is Thursday and that still leaves another day (but at least I get to wear jeans, right?). Two luncheons in one week may not seem like that much, but it is somehow. Maybe this cold really isn't gone yet, but I am past taking that cheap cough syrup that tastes like absinthe gone sour.

I have gorgeous flowers sitting on the kitchen table that is awful and we need to replace. I easily soaked myself trying to not break it while opening the front gate.

And I'm counting down the hours to the Super Bowl and a Michigan QB making dreams come true. I just hope to god he looks at that camera and says he's going to Disneyland once the deed is done.