Princeton, Yale and Miss Congeniality have all surely asked themselves, dare I dare? None have dared not to look like office Barbie's aunty, all button down startched up and beaded. I go for Sarah in a big way, there's nothing about her that isn't funny. Hilary seems to be coming round. Maybe she'll look after Michelle's kids two days a week when they win. Sarah's kids can look after themselves. They're out winning the pan-alaskan moose-catching eyelash-curlin hockey-dog contest most days.
Cheerleaders always make me sad. I would declare no interest in my husband's ability to effect change, manage circumstance or challenge adversity. I would vouch for none of his promises, refuse to describe his best qualities and claim not to know if he was giving a speech today or not.
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