Last night Banjo Man and I (both political junkies) ate our way through Election Night.

We started off with Italian sausage-potato-kale soup from our Crock Pot at 6:00.  As the evening wore on we moved to ice cream bars.  Doritos.  Peach salsa.

I busied myself by stitching velvet pumpkins.

I confess to starting a drinking game:  every time someone on television said, “Florida is too close to call” I took a sip from my tequila & ginger ale drink (s).

Son #1 called.  He wasn’t too happy to hear about my drinking game, though he did laugh about it.  A little.

We switched between four networks so we wouldn’t miss anything.  Banjo Man broke out the cognac when the vote counts stalled for a few hours.

Really, how long does it take to count New Hampshire votes?  Seven hours?  Really?

At 2:00 AM we’d opened a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal (purchased just for that evening) and continued to snack.  Pennsylvania was stalled at 98% of the vote counted.  No one on any of the networks seemed to know why.

We’d vowed we wouldn’t go to bed without knowing who won.

At 3:30 AM, feeling nauseous, fat and exhausted, we waddled off to bed having finally heard an acceptance speech and news of a concession.

It’s over.  Thank goodness.  I am going to take a nap this afternoon and return to gluing pumpkin stems on pumpkins tonight…while watching Survivor and another episode of The Crown.

It’s going to be a lot more peaceful around here tonight.

And we’re going on a diet.