This is how I usually look. What can I say, I’m a painter. But sometimes I want to look like Sarah Palin and dress in one of those nice little tailored Neiman Marcus suits, twist my hair in a deceptively tossled looking pile on top of my head to frame my perfectly coiffed face, and go out and expound on my limited knowledge. Oops contradiction in terms. Not nice considering “my” side won. Yes, YES, YES, SAY IT—HE VAS MY CANDIDATE!!!!! Indeed, I am a BIG fan of Barack Obama. If I had had to wake up Wednesday morning to headlines that McCain and Sarah the Bun had won, I would be on serious prozac today titered to a level just below liver failure. I know I said I would keep politics out of our blog here, but to hell with it. I am one happy camper. Are you Bill?
Hmmm. Maybe I could teach in one of those suits. And heels. Wouldn’t my students be surprised. Hell, they wouldn’t even recognize me. Would I be able to bend over in one of those tight skirts like Sarah Palin wears? Lift my arms above shoulder level in one of those form fitting jackets? Would I have to wear *gulps* panty hose? Okay, I just talked myself right out of it. Well, maybe I could get a Sarah Palin outfit just to wear next year for Halloween.
Nah. I’d rather be Michelle Obama.