Creepy Uncle..

I had the pleasure of dropping off my way-too-intelligent sister K at her dorm last night. Which let me remind you was Halloween. Pedestrian galore. Ick.

We just finished a gathering at our parents house to see the little niece and nephew dressed up as cute as can be and take an absurd amount of pictures that would leave anyone seeing spots for the rest of their life.

Somehow between blinding the children and eating too much sugar, the adults got into a discussion about the Presidential nominees.

My brother informed us he would be killing us all by voting for McCain. That was an interesting chat we had. So obviously on the way to drop K off we had a bit of a recap. We have gone back and forth with our justified hatred for the icky man, the man that leaves you feeling dirty.. and decided that John McCain is the creepy Uncle that you never want to be alone with in a room. Seriously, he makes me uncomfortable. We were laughing so hard at the descriptions and nicknames we were creating for him that I have no idea how we arrived anywhere in one piece.
In addition to the silly giggles we had at McCain's expense, I enjoyed playing truth or dare with the stupid pedestrians that think just because they jump in front of my car that means I will actually stop. Silly idiots.

My gas pedal and I have a great relationship, and we keep score. Idiots that jump in front of my car and expect me to stop are worth 5 points.. so bring it!!!