I cracked myself up on the way home. Seriously, laughing in the car by your self is considered cracking yourself up 'round these parts.
Why, you ask? It's nearly time to hit the polls again and after the last time I voted, during the '04 presidential election, I was a little less than enthusiastic about doing it again. I mean look how THAT turned out. But, I'm a little trooper and my America needs me now more than ever and I'm so gung-ho that I even have a lawn sign and everything for one of our local candidates. On the way home today, I caught sight of lawn sign for a candidate that I'd never heard of before. She's running for collector of revenue. Her name....Kate Suave. No lie. How can I vote for someone who's name is "Suave" and seriously expect them to be good at handling money? She's probably married to Rico and on the side they run a shampoo company.
So, these thoughts, all of the just plain dumb, made me laugh out loud. Then I kept it going when I noticed the guy sitting at the light behind me. He was bald, big moustache, sleeves removed tee guy and I thought he was driving his grandma around because I could have sworn that was her in the backseat. But no. It was a big apricot colored poodle.
How could I not crack up?
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You had every right to laugh until you cried.
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