To quote Alice Cooper: "Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen (hours) AND I LIKE IT..."
15 minutes away from 18 hours to go.
My girlfriend is making a FULL THANKSGIVING MEAL tomorrow (except we got a roasting chicken instead of a turkey). She's making homemade stuffing, got cranberry sauce, homemade gravy, mashed potatoes, all of it, and said to me today "TOMORROW IS THANKSGIVING."
She even wanted to get champagne for a toast, but she doesn't drink and said she'd only have a couple of sips and it gives me a headache. So we'll probably pour some of the fruit juice we bought today and toast with that instead.
And seeing her joy fills my heart to bursting. And this is happening ALL OVER AMERICA, and ALL OVER THE WORLD,
That corrupt fat fuck is leaving in disgrace and Joe & Jill Biden and Kamala Harris are returning grace and kindness to the discourse.
I KNEW I was going to be THRILLED when it was time for Trump to slither away.
I didn't know that feeling would keep escalating with each passing hour.
Tomorrow is going to be WONDERFUL, folks.
