My Wonderful Husband Of 16 Years

One more note on last evening's House blogging. My husband, Duane, is a real trooper for showing up last night after a full day's work. There are certainly other things he would rather be doing. That goes for both of us. But, this protesting is an energizing endeavor. We felt it last night as legislators and others passed by voicing support. We were even energized by the recently defeated former speaker, Steve Sviggum, as he strutted in front of us, glaring disapprovingly at our signs and shaking his head. A gesture of disapproval from this bigot should be worn as a badge of honor.

By the time we left the Capitol we were both charged up, reminiscent of last year when the two of us were at the Capitol until three o'clock in the morning on the last day of the session, being confronted by boisterous, gay-hating fanatics. We weren't willing to concede any ground to these fascists that were driven by bigotry and bent on destruction, who's ilk, inside the Senate chamber, could have resurrected the anti-gay marriage amendment right up until the time of adjournment, if they chose to do so. Our side was represented outside the gate, appropriately, by two men who love each other.

Last night, the post-protest feast was at Cosetta's...mmm.