Okay so it can't be all about the hair....because, sigh, if it were, then it would be all about thin white whispy old man hair atop an age-spotted scalp. So there's nothing left to do but come up with another slogan. Slogans don't come as easily to me as they did to Darrin Stevens (Dick York, the first Darrin, yeah I did notice!). But then if I had Samantha around, I might be better at it too!
Okay so what to go with, what to go with....it's all about the war hero? Yeah, maybe. It's all about the old guy? The age spots? Hmmm....about the only thing I can conjure is this: It's all about the guy whose wife has the freaky deakiest looking eyes I've ever seen! It's just going to have to work for me, period.
Speaking of exasperating, I'm getting a lot sick and tired of hearing about the black candidate. I might be out to lunch sometimes, but I do know a white momma when I see one. Aww I hate to say this, but if Obama is black then....Obama is white! He is! At least, he's as white as he is black. If I had married a black man, had a child who ran for President of the United States, I'd be hurt if I had to hear all the black hoopla day in and day out.It sounds kind of schoolgirl-ish naieve, but here's my opinion: He's American...I think. The names trip me up, but yeah, I think he's American. I know he's kind of fun to have around, I don't think I've ever seen Hillary come so unhinged so many times in such a short time. I may start calling her red. But not all red, she gets pale and pasty underneath the red splotches. Her eyes are red, though. When she cries anyway. So yeah, Hillary is red. Mostly.