gratitude-a-thon day 808: loser is right

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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.