I'm hiding out.
Right now, as I speak, the entire neighborhood is out in the street in front of our house for the neighborhood picnic.
I hate these things. Despise. Detest. Would rather have a sharp stick in my eye.
Reason: I was outside at the food table, getting a cookie for my daughter, summoning up courage to meet and greet the neighbors, when I hear their conversations. EVERY SINGLE ONE IS BASHING McCAIN!!!
I'm out numbered.
I have a tart baking. It only takes 10 minutes. For all I know, *ahem*, the oven could be on the fritz and it could take a few hours to get the tart done.
That's my story.
Better part of valor and all...
Wish me luck!