I am in such a cross, foul mood that there is nothing to do but own and go with it. Don't you hate days like these? I do. Every minor (or not) irritation feels amplified- why are people who shouldn't have been given a driver's license riddling the roads? Why is the gal in customer service pissy when you give a compliment to the store, as if it's an affront (rather than her job) to wait while you fill out the feedback form she asked you to complete? Why does Pottery Barn refuse to take me off their catalog list even though I've both Catalog Choice'd them and called twice to request? And why in god's name did Jerry Sandusky call in to Bob Costas' interview with his (Sandusky's) lawyer and then proceed to neither deny nor sound remotely contrite about what he's accused of having done? Seriously, did y'all see that interview? Bob Costas looked like he was going to pass out, the lawyer (who as at turns out committed statutory rape and fathered a child with a former teen client- wha!?) sat there blank-faced and then said he would certainly allow his children to play with Sandusky, and Sandusky went on and on about how much he loves young children, horsed around with them in showers, etc. It was absolutely surreal. Tom and I were rendered absolutely speechless.
Newt is going on about how Freddie Mac folks should be put in jail, but of course it turns out that he was paid $1.7 mill by them to lobby on their behalf, and Herman Stupid Cain forgets his talking points about Libya and blames it on having too many things swirling around in his head (this was another holy shit interview to watch). Rick Perry is probably sending Cain a big amen right now for taking the focus off his "I would close three departments but can only remember two" gaffe. What has this country come to in that any of these folks have any sort of following or credibility as presidential contenders? I wouldn't hire them for much of anything, much less something important that required multitasking, knowledge, curiosity and real opinions of their own.
At least Pilates was fabulous- it was endurance day, and I tell you, sometimes it is awesome to work your fanny off. Maybe I should attend another class this evening.