I know I’ve been memed and I really will get to it. I’ve been very busy. Whereas her glamorous disability lifestyle includes watching copious amounts of Jerry Springer, mine includes a frightening amount of time spent sitting here in a cold sweat worrying about Mike Huckabee. (You thought I was going to say squirrels, didn’t you?)

Only 691 days until Huckabee’s Inauguration. Might as well start dress-shopping now. I do look good in red, at least.

It’s inevitable. I feel it in my bones. Even the ones that don’t have that nice constant deep-bone ache all of the time.

Doomed. Doomed, I tell you. He’s our next President, I just know it.

But more on this, much more on this, at a later date.