I'll get over it

I'm deciding to be okay about, once again, being passed over as the vice-presidential nominee. I mean, I should be used to it by now, given that every four years since Carter asked Fritz Mondale to pop out of the cake at the 1976 convention, I have been ignored.

One of these days, it'll happen, though. I just know it will. But still, it did kind of put a pall over my celebrations of Bush Nativity Day, despite the good soup for dinner.

On the upside, I am once again getting a fair number of hits for searches on Elizabeth Edwards and variations on the word fat.

As to the roof (because I know you all care so much), the company that did the original repairs sent out a guy to do more for free. The new one who came out first thing this morning, though, wanted $2800. I don't have $2800. I may not even have $28. So we'll see how the new "repair" holds up during the rain tonight. As it is, the buckets are in place ready to go.