Oh, Miss Scarlett

So my husband has this obsession with Scarlett Johansson - or rather, whenever she is mentioned, he repeats her name in this whiny voice that can not be adequately described without hearing it. I can't really tell if he's making fun of all the people who are sooooooo in love with her or if he's a little enamored himself. I think it's funny. This morning, I picked up the phone to a tape-recorded message of Miss Johansson herself asking me to vote for Barack Obama. Of course, I sent it on to my husband at work, where he proceeded to jokingly boast that Scarlett Johansson called him.

I think the last time there was a presidental election, I got a phone call from Robert Redford, which, admittedly, would have been a bigger thrill if he still looked the way he did when he was younger. It's kind of cool, and yet, a little eerie. I hope that no one really thinks that just hearing from a particular celebrity will make someone vote for a particular person if they weren't going to already. Actually, as much as I'd like to have faith that celebrity endorsement wouldn't actually influence someone one way or another, I could see that happening. I mean, come on, Arnold Schwarzenegger is our governor.

Since tomorrow is Super Tuesday, and I have to vote early in the morning to get my vote in, I'm still terrifyingly undecided. So I'm abandoning the blog (just for now) to take time to better educate myself about my choices.