To life, to life, hibatchi...

Yes, another picture of the office - do I lie to you? That's Jess walking by our map of Iowa.

Yet another day at the office, but the load was slightly less because early in the morning, we finished our data entry!

Now it's onto making maps. Just when we were feelin' pretty good.

But before I mention anything else, you're probably wondering about the title of this blog. Let's just say it was a sort of late night - one of the first ones we had, and we were enjoying a drink at our friendly hotel bar, Doozie's, and we were talking about Jewish wedding customs and I was trying to remember the name of the scroll, the marriage contact. Our fearless leader also happens to be our Jew in residence - and since I went to Fayetteville-Manlius High School, I might as well have been Jewish - and neither of us could remember the name.

You know how annoying it is when you know something and you just can't place it when you need it - I know you've all been there. We sat, frustrated for a few minutes, offering up possible terms that might jump-start our memory. Megan sat with baited breath - or a look of absolute indifference, I just can't tell.

In a moment of clarity (or delusion, you decide), I blurted out, "Hibatchi!"

I quickly hung my head down in shame. I knew that wasn't right.

But I was close.

Not hibatchi, but KETUBAH.

And wouldn't you know it, days later, Britney Spears gets hitched to the "You Got Served" guy.

Now, I don't remember exactly why we were discussing Jewish wedding customs or why the issue of Ketubah even came up, but ever since, we've been singing, "To life, to life, hibatchi, hibatchi..."

Bless my corns, we think we're funny sometimes. But it's mostly lack of sleep - or as I like to put it, an abundance of awake. It's more positive that way.

Hey! We got out early tonight! Well, 10, 10:30 - something like that. But we also didn't eat dinner in our wild attempts to get work done. Yes, we got work done, but I don't think we're ever going to go 12 hours without a meal again...

...at least, I hope we don't...

Yeah, so maybe this post isn't as serious or as politically illuminating as my last, but I make no excuses. I am tired. And sleepy. And when I'm not in the office, I dream about being in the office. Aaaaahhhh. Campaign life. I've missed you so.