I had the strangest dream yesterday. I went to bed on Thursday, my head filled with hope and security from the words of an intelligent man with integrity.
The next day I dreamed that I was in some sort of tall tale book with characters in it like Pecos Bill and Paul Bunyan with the Blue Ox. There was a lady in it. A moose-eating, gun-toting, creation-pushing, anti-choice lady. A beauty queen, hockey mom, basketball playing, professional fisherman, oil drilling, anti-stem cell research, wikipedia-scrubbing lady.
This lady had no time for opinions on Iraq and didn't know what a VP job would even be. She had 5 kids and when she found out her 5th child had downs syndrome, that didn't stop her one bit from flying in her 8th month to Texas. When her water broke, that was nothing. She gave her speech and then no way did she want a Texan kid, so back on that plane she went high tailing it back to her home state.
I knew it was a tall tale because John McCain met her once and then decided she was the one most fit to be Vice President of the US. Crazy tale!