In case you didn't know tonight is the Presidential election here in the USA. That means after today they might just stop talking about it for eighteen months or so before it all starts again. It's ridiculous! How long do people campaign for in the UK? It feels to me as though they just put out adverts the week before, but I'm sure that's just rose coloured spectacles because this has been so over the top.
We are having people over to our house, and have purchased champagne to celebrate if Obama wins, and Pabst Blue Ribbon to drown our sorrows in if McCain wins.
Doc C is making a pecan pie, and some pizzas. I totally failed to make an elephant shaped pinata, but I have decattified the living room. There are no food bowls, scratching posts, stray fur, or cat toys in sight, because they are in our bedroom with the cats. We thought that would be less stressful for the felines; and as Nancy had to be forced into a pet carrier today to go to the vets, where she was given a steroid muscle injection, I think the less stress for her the better. Plus she still looks terrible still, and I am vain on her behalf.
So this time tomorrow we will know who is the next President of the United States. Let's all keep our fingers crossed.