I'm going to caucus tonight. I don't know what to expect other than snow, lines and donuts (which I can't have; wheat - you evil, evil bastard).
This is my first opportunity to caucus. We didn't caucus in 2004 (Kerry already got the nod, which was fucked up because Howard Dean was way fucking better than John Kerry) and in 2000 I wasn't yet an "official" Kansan.
Shhhh... listen... you hear that? Yeah, that's the sound of my children locked in their room. They both had to be put in time out multiple times in Whole Foods. If I was cursin' type of person, I might call them little bastards. Luckily for them, the curses only (well, mostly) come out of my fingertips with a clickity-clank on the keyboard.
This is a cricket Tuckie refuses to eat.
See? The pussy turtle is afraid of the cricket.
(This is a new low... turtle blogging... someone send me some sunshine.)
(And warm weather.)