My Husband And I Are Celebrating The End Of The Election Harder Than The High Holidays

The High Holidays are like Christmas if Christmas weren't commercialized and had any religious significance at all, for those of you who don't know. Oh! Guess what time it is? Time for me to wage my annual war on CHRISTmas. Sure, put the Christ back in -fits perfectly with all of the diabetes you give your children in his name. Remember when Thanksgiving decorations used to be pilgrims murdering "first nation peoples" and turkeys and cornucopias? Now they are just Christmas decorations.

Results aren't in yet and we don't know who "won" world's shittiest job for the next four years as well as some of the cushier offices, but campaigning is done and that's worth celebrating. In my household, campaigning actually pays the bills, so I like to think I suffered more than all of you. It was more than just annoying Facebook status updates for me, I LIVED IT!

Thanks to my husband essentially spending all of his waking hours at the office since August, I've almost finished writing my second book. In lieu of having an affair or picking up a vice like gambling or collecting kittens, I did a lot of work, too. The good news is, I went to a psychic 3 weeks ago and she promised me that it would get published, so it must be true. If it does, I'll start referring to it as my first book. Wish me luck.