Getting ready to face the music

I'm not a big fan of campaign finance law, but I have to admit that I'm not really opposed to any law that a) applies almost exclusively to politicians*, and b) results in them spending time in sub-standard federal housing. In fact, given the choice between jailing your average drug offender and a senator**, the nation would be far better off with most of the latter safely behind bars.

Here's to hoping John Edwards gets to spend a full term with someone who likewise thinks he's pretty.

* Especially those politicians who voted for it.
** So anyway, I come to work in jeans today, not only because the boss is on vacation, but because it's Friday, I'm tired after having been up late with new foster kids, and because, well, I thought I could get away with it***.  I mean, I haven't actually seen anyone all week and my phone as rung a half-dozen times, tops.  Summer on campus is like that.  Well, I pull up at 7:40 and the parking lot is completely full, and someone very familiar-looking is talking with a small group out front. Hello, Senator, it's nice to see you again.
*** 10 minutes later, I'm hiding in my office. I'm the only one here, and there's a rap-rap-rap on the outer door. I open it, and who is it but my boss' boss - the very reason we don't wear jeans  - who needs to get some extra chairs.  Yeah, that idea worked out well. I should have been late today.