Let's get real

Dropping bags at the door, shaking off the pouring rain after leaving the Beta Club induction for babygirl, picking up my son from the bus stop and grabbing some sandwiches at Subway, I barely made it home for the beginning of the debate. My kids beat me to the remote anticipating my eagerness and then corraled with me on the couch to watch and analyze the event. The sad thing about watching last night's debate with Sen. Barack and Clinton was watching Hillary make calculated misstep after calculated misstep. Firing the 'xerox' writer isn't enough to rope her back into the campaign. She's become like a flamenco dancer with one foot in a bucket of cement. I mean, 'let's get real'. I did like how Obama maintained his poise, even though I wished for a more profound answer to the last question on 'being tested'. I'll admit Hillary almost had me reaching for a kleenex. Seeing my kids geeked to watch the debate over American Idol put me in a proud-mama-moment. I got stumped when babygirl asked what happens to all the extra money the candidates raise and then they lose the nomination. Hmmm...I got some researching to do.