Perhaps a slight majority of the American public will be happier today, thinking they have some modicum of control over the status quo. I respectfully beg to differ, however, with the candidates claiming that a 53% majority equates a "mandate." That's all I'm going to say about that.
My mailbox is full of catalogs. Sadly, Team Testosterone latched onto the Target toy catalog before I could slam dunk it into the recycling bin and bury it beneath the old newspapers. The barrage of "I want" has begun...
Of course, while they went to bed with dreams of Nerf guns and Wii games and Lego sets in their heads, I settled down with Sundance and Title Nine and Acorn. Just a little window shopping while I watched Sons of Anarchy.
All the necklaces I loved in the Sundance catalog cost $300 or more. My favorite bracelet cost $958. Harumph. There's as much pretty "artisan" jewelry on Etsy for a tenth of that price. But the browsing on Etsy isn't quite as satisfying as paging through the catalogs while cozied up in bed...
Speaking of Sons of Anarchy, some of the show's songs are finally on itunes! The biker rock/disco fusion is complete! (cue evil laughter)
Mr. D and I busted out laughing when Gemma gave Jax the whole "You need to channel your hate so you can kill those Irish pricks" speech. That's the kind of loving advice you don't often hear from most mothers...
And what the WHAT was with the hospital administrator's back tattoo? There's a storyline coming out of that scene. So much could be explained if she's a former biker mama. I'm totally warmed up to her character. And you know that priest is just evil.
The storm doors are up, the screens put away, nothing got broke but I cursed a little. On my way to bed I paused by the door to let the cat in and remembered that she was dead.
And I drained the rain barrels, made applesauce out of 20 pounds of apples, voted, and brought my tribe to church last night. In the spirit of November, I'm thankful for the applesauce turning out perfectly, my AWANA leaders' faithful service every week, Tuesday nights on FX, and sweaters on a chilly morning.
Spill it reader--it's the month of Thanksgiving!