The Calling

So, I'm being as compulsive as usual, and scanning the locations of my readers.

Lo and behold, one of the people hails from - wait for it -

Washington, DC.

I don't want to brag or anything, but I think it's Sarah Palin's people.

Oh. My. Gawd.

I think that they're going to approach me to be her speechwriter, and feed her lines for the Thursday night routing, er, debate. How GREAT would that be?

There's just a few things going against me, but I'm willing to ignore them in order to pursue this dream job.

1. I'm Canadian. Although I am North American. Half points for that.

2. I'm completely apolitical. Although I think Jon Stewart is pretty smart sexy. What does this mean?

3. I would rather eviscerate myself with a rusty knife. Although that kinds of ties in to the hunting/fishing scene that Ms. P's Alaska has got going on.

So, fingers crosses I hear something in the next couple of days.

I've been to St. Louis, and I know for a fact that aside from the fabulous International Bowling Museum & Hall of Fame, they have a Neiman Marcus nearby.

I am so ready for this...