Much To My...

Much to my chagrin...I am going to become—if only for a moment—one of those bloggers who blogs about the weather (much more interesting to blog about the WHETHER, but no). I am once again in Lea's stinky gym which today also has the distinction of being sauna-y, sweltering, and stupor-inducing. To make matters worse, my laptop is so hot it's emitting steam. I placed it atop a magazine atop my lap, but still the heat, the heat, the relentless heat. I cannot place it to my left or my right for we parents, nannies, and whatnot are seated shoulder to shoulder (did I even roll on my beloved, ancient Old Spice deodorant this morning? It matters not! Your Nesting Ground Mistress always smells like...like...like...a clean person) and are constantly murmuring, "Oh, sorry," to each other whenever we move the slightest bit.

Much to my eternal gladness...California's Supreme Court today legalized same-sex marriages. I say to this what I said yesterday about John Edwards endorsement of Barack Obama: it's about time.

Much to my (not particularly suprised) horror... this article in the Washington Post. The following quote suggests that perhaps Clinton field organizers should put their volunteers through some sort of screening process (a moot point at this juncture, of course):

Karen Seifert, a volunteer from New York, was outside of the largest polling location in Lackawanna County, Pa., on primary day when she was pressed by a Clinton volunteer to explain her backing of Obama. "I trust him," Seifert replied. According to Seifert, the woman pointed to Obama's face on Seifert's T-shirt and said: "He's a half-breed and he's a Muslim. How can you trust that?"

*shiver*

Much to my amusement...a little girl who looks to be about three-years-old is putting on her leotard, pointing to her little girl parts, and yelling, "Guess what this is, everybody! This is my vagina! This is my vagina!" And her mother is saying, "Shhhh, shhhhhh..."

Much to my relief...I'm outta here in ten minutes.