Happy Thanksgiving!

Last night I dreamed that President Obama was speaking at my high school. Not as a formal speaking event - a bunch of us were sitting on the stage in a circle with him, asking him questions. I had my hand raised the whole time, but he never called on me. So after he got up to leave the auditorium, I stalked him and ambushed him outside the door so I could flail about the Lily Ledbetter Act and ask him questions about health care reform and why he wasn't coming out more strongly against the Stupak Amendment. When we finally got to his trailer (he had a trailer, like a movie star), he said he was very impressed with my questions and my persistence/stalking, and offered to sign my jacket. While I was wearing it. Even in my dream I was a little off-put by how incredibly hot I found that part.

Rahmbamarama, you are creeping into my dreams and it scares me.

Hope everyone is having a happy Thanksgiving! Unless you aren't American, and then I hope you are having a happy random day in November that isn't a holiday of gratuitous consumption. We are taking our pie and our rolls and going to some friends of my aunt and uncle's for happy food times.