Because a tax plan/health care/foreign policy/debate zingers = irrelevant if you can't shake your threenager booty to Single Ladies upon demand.
In the car, on the way home from school...
Olivia: who's coming to fix the Internet?
Me: the cable guy.
Olivia: what's his name?
Me: I don't know!
Olivia: BARACK OBAMA!!!!!!!!
Me: no, I really don't think his name is Barack Obama.
Olivia: well, yes it is.
The cable guy shows up....
Olivia: Hi HI HELLO HI!!!!
Cable guy: well hello!
Olivia: what's your name?
Cable guy: Allen.
Olivia: :::frown::: :::tears:::
Me: she was expecting Barack Obama.
Allen: huh. Sorry, kid!
But then it was all better because Allen became fast besties with Olivia even though he had to turn the cable off in the middle of Ratatouille OMG.
Allen: 2016 hopeful? We'll see! All I know is, Allen can fix the Internet and therefore we all love him like bums love bologna sandwiches.
I'm going to see Breaking Dawn Part 2 tonight and I am excited and I don't care who knows it. EXCITED. Can't get enough of that sparkly vampire shit.
One Year Ago: Monday Perspective
Two Years Ago: The Rotund and the Nauseated
Three Years Ago: Out Longer Than In
Four Years Ago: Kick Tease
Five Years Ago: PUPO