Regret, Remorse... You Know, the Usual

I'm so embarrassed by my last blogpost. Not just that I made that stupid mistake, but that I fell into the panic trap. It's like I'm on my way to wingnutville, circa 2008: quick to panic, quick to feelings of betrayal, short on fact, short on cool.

But, look, I'm going to try to do better. I'm going to try to have a little confidence in the man who's been president for, what is it? two weeks now? And, above all else,I will remember the advice of my husband and my old-now-new friend Mo: Don't Panic.

I am not panicking.

I'm cool like the other side of the pillow, man. I am cool like Fonzie. I am coooooool.

(I'm so not cool)