When I woke up at 3:00 a.m. (for no good reason) and checked the results in Iowa, and saw that Trump lost, I wanted to get up and bang pans in the street, open a bottle of champage in that way that makes it fizz and ruin your ceiling, jump up and down on the bed, but I decided it would have freaked my husband and my dog out too much.
Until I realized, of course, that Ted Cruz won.
It’s a cray cray situation when you’re having to root for the less horrible candidate in a presidential race. But goddamn, I am so happy that pompous piece of hair LOST. That is all.