Here at the Bellino house we're following the election with unbounded zeal and enthusiasm. Channel 53 (MSNBC, natch) is ALWAYS on, and we mourned the absence of our beloved Mika and Joe during both the Olympics and the incessant coverage of The Impending Doom of Well Really It Wasn't Sooo Bad Hurricane Gustav. I'm not going get into most things political here because if I did it would quickly deteriorate into lots of fucks and whores and goddamns and reallys? and if anyone wanted to hear that they could just sit outside my livingroom window for an hour.
However, I can't sit mute after witnessing the grave, grave transgression that was Cindy McCain's outfit on the first day of the Republican National Convention. See Exhibit A. Something something cripes lady wtf?? (no fucks and whores here!) It was worse than that - See Ex.B. Jesus the color! the collar! the pleats!
Anyway - in other new of the world, Silas is walking. My just-barely ten month old little boy is WALKING. I no longer have an infant. I'm a mom to a TODDLER. Granted, he's not a full time toddler just yet but it certainly isn't for lack of trying. The living room is on full lockdown - double gates, plastic electrical outlet plugs, creative use of linking rings keeping the doors to the tv stand closed - yeah, it's like that. Silas has a bottomless reserve of energy and I am so thankful I have Guy here to help. He's the best dad/husband ever.
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