I have, in my hot little hands, four (4) FOUR tickets to see Barack Obama speak tomorrow here in Colorado. Ten minutes from my house. Why four? Because we’ve been promising the boys for months that we’d take them to hear Obama speak if we could. And, thanks to my darling husband ignoring severe back pain (and taking the boys with him this morning to wait in line), we.are.going.
I’m taking nothing more than ID and my camera. And if the boys act up, I’m leaving them with the Secret Service. (Oh, please, Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, don’t let the boys’ antics get us on CNN…)