Just because you speak Spanish...

...doesn't mean you can write it. I've been meaning to take a picture of this from the moment I saw it and today was a good opportunity as I hit the bank. Hey, at least they're trying. They even got the tilda over the n in Espanol. They're only missing a consonant.

It's still funny as hell though.

So today was a BUSY day. We kicked some ass left and right. Created and printed two huge mailings that got dropped out of the door today, finished up what was left on all of our to do lists, organized some stuff, even had to go back and do a whole day or so of work - and we even had time to go and pamper ourselves (las unas y los dedos del pies - who speaks Spanish now?! Sorry. Must be the 'roids talking) - and we got done before 8:30pm.

In campaign world, that's kicking ass and taking names.

Of course, I'm not sure I can see straight, but that's another story.

After my day of being shot in the ass with steroids, I gotta say that I feel strangely refreshed. And though my experience with 'roids thus far have been fairly positive, I am suddenly reminded of Jim Carrey on "In Living Color" as Vera De Milo:

"Try my steroids! Remember, Vera says, 'Live fast! Die Young and Pretty!'"

Well, as long as I don't grow a beard between now and Election Day, I'm in good shape.

Jess and Megan keep making fun of my 'roid rage, but I don't let it get to me. But that's because I could probably bench press them with my pinkie in a week.

In the meantime, there have been a flurry of media stories on Iowa, and needless to say, I'm finding every single one of them true. Here's a good one to keep you until tomorrow.

I'm going to bed tonight. Oh baby.