Nope.

What a sore loser. I'm referring to myself, of course. And I have every right to be. Gone are my hopes and dreams of just ONE night in the Lincoln Bedroom (I did donate to his campaign, after all, PLUS, I'm a fellow Mormon). Also gone is my desire to even show up and pull the lever in November. Although I must, or I may as well just go apply for a job down at the Quickie-Mart for the graveyard shift right now, because we'll be sporting a way smaller paycheck and way bigger taxes if Obama or HillBilly wins.(Hello Universal Healthcare).

Was it too much to ask for a nominee that isn't a product of the Washington puppy mill? Guess so. I do declare that Mitt did come out smelling like a rose when he dropped out of the race for the "good of the party." Maybe next time. (Start humming "Coulda Been So Beautiful" by Tiffany here).

(Photo of myself, Mitt, my cousin Laura Fuller, and sis Susan in Iowa City, IA last year). We lived in Iowa City July 06-July 07 while Marc did his neuroradiology fellowship at the University of Iowa.