Obama is coming to the U of O tonight.
I have said to myself for weeks if one of the president-wanna-bees made a stop here, I would go. Especially Senator Obama.
But now I'm not so sure. He won't take the stage until 10 pm. Hubby would want to go too, so we'll have to get a babysitter. Papers at 3am. Four hours of sleep last night. Busiest day of my life today. (Okay, like anyone can know that, and I did make time to BLOG for crying out loud.) Parking will be a nightmare. The arena will be packed with thousands of screaming college students, which makes me really feel every minute of my nearly 33 years. We'll have to get there hours before he speaks . . . .
Maybe I'm getting too old for this kind of thing?
Maybe I just was never that spontaneous to begin with?
If only Desmama lived close . . .