Looking at a photo posted in another diary of Romney in a bathrobe, with a couple day's growth of beard, surrounded by junk food (not sure whether it was real 8-}), made me think about what it's probably like in his house today.
Not that I'd ever want to be Ann, but today I'm Really glad I'm not Ann. Or am I more glad I'm not Mitt? You think maybe their bedroom was just a tad frosty last night? Poor Ann. She did such a hard thing, all to no avail. All because Mitt was such a lousy candidate. Or was it because Ann was such an arrogant candidate's wife? Or maybe it was that grandkid who showed a marked preference for Obama.
I'd be willing to bet there are no grandkids hanging out at the Romney house today. No in-laws either. No anyone who wouldn't be cut off, either from an inheritance or a job, if they didn't show up. Is the Romney money worth it to his boys to be dealing with mom and dad today?
And wherever Seamus is, I have no doubt he's VERY relieved he's no longer living at the Romney house. That ride on top of the car would have been a cakewalk compared to being an animal in the Romney house today. Hope Ann has someone guarding her horse.
Oh god, I feel like a vicious, vindictive little twerp. And it's so much fun!