Last month I called Sarah Palin a bitch. Oh my, what was I thinking? Oh yes, I was thinking she was a bitch. Of course, I thought that I was only saying it to my dear friend Margaret. But then all of you showed up – all 900,000 of you. My goodness. Who knew? What a hoot.
Now, as a proper Southern lady, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I put out cake and iced tea and tried to make you all feel welcome. Well… except for an idiot Realtor who got under my skin [see post titled "Idiots are so easy to spot..."] You know, I thought it was pretty silly that she kept coming back for more, but that was her choice. Idiots do what idiots do.
But now I seem to be running out of cake. It was so easy during the election. Each day I just woke up and turned on the TV to see what the bitch, the ass, the jackass, the moron and that other one were doing and then I wrote something. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.
Now that the election is behind us I have tried my best to keep up the hospitality, but watching The View everyday is too much to ask. I mean I love you and all but that show is torture. I had no idea what Proposition 8 was all about but so many of you left comments that I knew I needed to respond. Who knew that while the Straight Talk Express was attacking Un-Americans, a bunch of Mormons were attacking the Un-Mormons. Sad. Just sad.
So Margaret and I have been talking and we wanted you to know that we have enjoyed your comments – your conversation – as much as you seem to be enjoying ours. In that spirit we have asked my grandson to add a page where you can leave ideas and ask questions for us to write about on this web page blog.
But be warned. We are not Dear Abby or that other one – her sister. We call ’em as we see ‘em. We won’t hold back no matter how much we like you!
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