Perhaps you are curious what we’re having for supper. I’m always curious what other people are making.

Tonight the boys had leftover mac & cheese from Boston Market, popcorn, chicken, peas & carrots, graham crackers, and oreos for dessert (1 for Baba, 2 for Freebird). By the time Baba finishes an Oreo, it is all over his face, making us look like unintentional racists every time we give him a cookie.

For us, we’re having Cook’s Illustrated’s drop biscuits - this is a rare thing, a CI recipe available online for free. Usually you have to pay or do a free trial. And we’re having red bean, barley and sausage soup, with sweet Italian chicken sausage. This is one of my favorite recipes from the cookbook Saved by Soup (saved from what, I have no idea) and it’s delicious. I think it might be the only recipe I make from the book, too (Bad Morag).

Tomorrow, we’re having whole wheat pizza, and Monday night for Rosh Hashana with the Fairy Godmothers: beer-up-the-butt chicken. Two of them. With beer up their round chickeny asses. Yummmmmy.

Votes for Obama could mean additional federal funding for scientific research into stem cells and cloning. The cloning part is key.

Because then I could clone myself twice. Morag #1 would be right where I am now, doing the professional thing.

Morag #2 would be running the other site, professionally bitching and actually DOING the ideas I have instead of desperately trying to remember them so I can do them when I have more time. But I don’t have more time. I have less time. Hence: cloning!

Morag #3 would be home, doing all the things that manage a home, including organizing, cleaning, and making a big ass pot of soup because it’s storming and awful outside and I’d love to have soup to come home to.

So vote Obama. It’s all about me.

I have one question as you ponder the $700 billion bailout:

Wasn’t giving large sums of money to people who have a history of making poor financial what got us here in the first place?

Hello? Hello? Anyone?

I used to say, even when folks were threatening to move to Canada during the Bush/Kerry race and the Bush/Gore race should they not get the outcome they wanted (and they didn’t), that the thing that would make me renounce my citizenship and head to another country would be if there were a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage. That would the most short sighted and harmful act the government and the populace could perpetrate (I am aware that folks don’t vote for amendments but they vote some bozos into office is my point) that would leave me with no desire to have a nationality in common with those who would outlaw gay marriage. I’d be outta here, taking my tax dollars with me.

The anti-gay-marriage amendment failed, and I’m still here.

But I’ll state for the record that the idea of a McCain/Palin victory scares the ever living shit out of me, because if McCain kicks the bucket and she’s president? Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I will take my uterus and run for the border. And I’ll take my tax dollars with me.

I spend a lot of time thinking about what I have in common with those are are so very different from me, mostly because I tend to be very solipsistic, and need to be reminded of the need for more empathy. But the degree to which I differ in thought and values and morality and perspective and priorities from others is profoundly depressing. And the thought of Palin as president makes me physically ill.

It’s official. I am antiquated. I just went to people.com and I haven’t a freaking clue who half these people are. Makes it a lot easier to read something else.

Thank God Rbelle called and could fill me in.

There is not enough coffee in the world, is what I’m saying. Hubby and I were up from 12:45 until 3am last night with screaming, crying Baba O’Riley, who was happy and content to be held and rocked but when we put him down in his crib, he’d scream. SCREAM. He had Motrin, as we know he’s cutting a bunch of teeth all at once, and he was definitely tired, but ultimately after 3am, we shut his door, our door, turned off the monitor in the kitchen, put the pillows over our heads and let him cry it out. Not Fun.

Then, when I was up at 6 and getting dressed, I heard a car wreck outside my window, so I threw on a robe and ran barefoot with the phone out into the street to make sure people were ok. They were fine, but I’m sure I was a hot mess running up the road barefoot in a blue fluffy robe talking on a cordless phone with wet hair and half a face of makeup. Hawt, I tell you. That might have been 60% of my available energy for the day.

So now I am on a hunt for hyper hydration, coffee, and general awakeness. I doubt I’ll find it. Maybe I can get someone to tap a vein.

I am addicted to this gum.

That is all.