I'm so, so terribly excited to see people running for president again - especially utterly crazy people who I can make poop jokes about. I'm very into poop jokes right now. For example:
Daddy: Spencer, what's 2 plus 2
Me: 4
Daddy: Nice! Now what's 3 plus 3
Me: Poop.
I know - go ahead and call Conan, he needs this kind of material.
But to be realistic, it is a full 18 months until the election. And it's like 8 months until the first primary. So I'm going to have to pace myself in my commentary on how every time I see Ron Paul I think of Munch's "The Scream." And how every time I hear Michelle Bachmann's midwestern accent I pluck my nose hairs to reduce the pain. And how Tim Pawlenty is like a human pacifier - he very, very quickly gets me drowsy and off to dreamland. And how I can't believe that Rick Santorum is from near my dad's hometown. Makes me not want to visit.
So, I'll go back to posting some pictures.
I call this series of pictures "running with scissors...before and after." talk about haircuts!
I call this picture "spencer tetris."
And I call this series "Cute Moby / JooJoo / Drew" - yes, he has about 6 or 7 nicknames at this point, including, of course, "Poop." He is a seriously cute brother. And I'm so proud that, despite my constant over-hugging, foot-pulling, head-bonking, food-stealing, nose-poking of him, he hasn't run off to join the circus....yet. But give him time. Or more to the point, give ME time!
Love, Spencer
