Love E. Edwards. Hell, I love John, too. (But not like that creepy Obama-video chick.) I really hope things shake out with him on top. Especially if that jackhole Fred Thompson ends up winning for the Repubs.

ION, was having a bit of a freakout over finances this morning. With all this househunting stuff, I'm looking at a pretty big increase in monthly housing cost. And yet, here I am two days from payday, on my middle of the month check no less, and I'm skating close to the wire.

And then I started doing the math. If I tot up the minimum payments on my three credit cards (two major, one Best Buy), it's about a hundred bucks. I paid $800. Plus $200 in student loans. Plus $250 into savings. And 5% off the top into my 401k anyway.

Huh. Maybe I'll be okay after all.

It still feels like I'm living right up to and sometimes over my income. And that's not to say that I'm still not throwing away money I do need on things I don't, because I most certainly am.

Still. Apparently my body image and personal image demons have a new friend: the financial image demon. But this one I think I can whip.

Is that the definition of the word, or a description of the writer's prose style?

It's one of the definitions of the word, and given the context he provides with the use of the word bloat, I think it's the meaning he intends. I'm totally ignoring the fact that he is using bloat as a verb, because it is stupid and dumb.

I think they can, they're just refusing. I mean, if you were a meteorite, would you?

I would take one for the team, man. I'd form a meteorite ninja strike force and go space kamikaze on the forces of evil.

Thanks for the birthday wishes!

It should be noted that this is also Sparky and her DH's third anniversary! I think the traditional third anniversary gift is leather or tin or something like that, but a meteorite falling on Ann Coulter would be a perfectly acceptable alternate gift.

Evil can never truly be vanquished Shrift.

I think the traditional third anniversary gift is leather or tin or something like that, but a meteorite falling on Ann Coulter would be a perfectly acceptable alternate gift.

Fiery death from above is really more traditional for the fourth anniversary.

Happy Birthday JZ! Happy Anniversary Sparky!

Well, I wasn't planning on Armageddon, Gud. Just strategic vaporization of some particularly egregious jackholes.

Fiery death from above is really more traditional for the fourth anniversary.

I will happily accept Ann Coulter in flames as an early 4th anniversary present (and I promise to stay married to the fella for another year) and to forgo a 3rd anniversary present. Unless you were all planning on dropping a piano on Dick Cheney or something -- then I'd have a difficult choice to make.

Thanks for the anniversary wishes!

Happy birthday, JZ, and happy anniversary to the Sparks.

Actually, in Ann Coulter's case, I'd be happy if evil would just SHUT THE FUCK UP.