I was telling Brandon last night about how I will actually miss George Bush for the sole reason that while he lacks in foreign and domestic leadership, economic acumen, vision and decision-making and IQ points overall, he’s at least provided lots of comedy fodder. Fortunately, we have Sarah Palin to fill the gap. There’s nothing like ceremoniously pardoning a turkey while a turkey bloodbath ensues in the background.

If you’ve suddenly lost your appetite for turkey carcass, check out this Newsweek article about Thanksgiving Day’s forgotten and forlorn: vegetarians.

You know the old saying about a lucky rabbit’s foot, right? Well, on election night, I brought home the whole rabbit. Yeah, I like to think it helped my man win. Actually, my graduate seminar this year is on animals in American history and the other week had us reading Katherine Grier’s “Pets in America” — a bad choice for someone who’s already a sucker for all things furry. By the end of the third chapter, I felt the irresistible need to go to a pet store. By the end of the book, we were getting a bunny. So, meet Harry.

Feline fixation the night I brought him home. Now he’s just like a piece of the furniture to most of them, except for Chloe. She’s his new best friend.